I was just a little whippersnapper and my father was trying to teach me to use a hammer. He kept trying to get me to grip the handle down at the end, but I kept holding it way up by the head. (16 oz hammer/8 y.o. kid.) He got so upset he said, “If that’s the way you’re going to use it, I guess you don’t need all of this”…and he sawed off the end ⅔ of the handle. (I still have it somewhere.)
DJ, be thankful it wasn’t a sex talk with dad. Ouch!
LOL!!!!!!!!
Oh my god, DJ, that is the very best story I have ever heard ever. Oh my god.
He was a piece of work. Coming back home from Canada, the car filled with 2 parents & two kids, luggage, souvenirs, snacks, typical vacation mess in the car, the Customs official asked what was our purpose in visiting Canada. My Dad stared at him, looked slowly around at us in the car, looked back up at him, and said, “We’re running from the law.”
Having the car emptied and searched added an extra hour to the trip. Mom didn’t speak to him all the way home.
Ok, now MY dad… One year he, his mother, and my little brother and I were driving to the beach. She was freaking out at him because we were almost on empty and, just like HIS father, he kept on saying, “We’ll stop at the next one.” In his van, he had of those “distance-to-empty”-mabobbers, and my grandma was watching it go lower and lower.
Finally, she was all, “Joe! You have to stop now!” So my dad reaches up and hits a button to switch the meter to “MPG”, and he said, “See, now we can go another 30 miles.” She was like, “Oh, okay!” I was DYING in the back, and then he started giggling. My brother, as per usual, had no idea what was going on. My grandma got suspicious, probably smacked my dad, and we finally found a gas station.
Seems that Archie Bunker lives on…
I was just a little whippersnapper and my father was trying to teach me to use a hammer. He kept trying to get me to grip the handle down at the end, but I kept holding it way up by the head. (16 oz hammer/8 y.o. kid.) He got so upset he said, “If that’s the way you’re going to use it, I guess you don’t need all of this”…and he sawed off the end ⅔ of the handle. (I still have it somewhere.)
DJ, be thankful it wasn’t a sex talk with dad. Ouch!
LOL!!!!!!!!
Oh my god, DJ, that is the very best story I have ever heard ever. Oh my god.
He was a piece of work. Coming back home from Canada, the car filled with 2 parents & two kids, luggage, souvenirs, snacks, typical vacation mess in the car, the Customs official asked what was our purpose in visiting Canada. My Dad stared at him, looked slowly around at us in the car, looked back up at him, and said, “We’re running from the law.”
Having the car emptied and searched added an extra hour to the trip. Mom didn’t speak to him all the way home.
Ok, now MY dad… One year he, his mother, and my little brother and I were driving to the beach. She was freaking out at him because we were almost on empty and, just like HIS father, he kept on saying, “We’ll stop at the next one.” In his van, he had of those “distance-to-empty”-mabobbers, and my grandma was watching it go lower and lower.
Finally, she was all, “Joe! You have to stop now!” So my dad reaches up and hits a button to switch the meter to “MPG”, and he said, “See, now we can go another 30 miles.” She was like, “Oh, okay!” I was DYING in the back, and then he started giggling. My brother, as per usual, had no idea what was going on. My grandma got suspicious, probably smacked my dad, and we finally found a gas station.
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