Guess what? Its Father’s Day, and I figured that if anyone deserves mention on this blog, it’s one of the pair who put up with me on a regular basis. 90% of our conversations start with a question, like:
Me: Sooo, hypothetically, if my car were clicking when I went around corners, what would you say the problem could be?
Dad: *Groan*. Silence. *Sigh*. Um…
Me: On a scale of 1 to 10, how important is the [Starter, ball joint, e brake, muffler…insert expensive car part here]?
Sometimes the answer is very involved, like walking me through a shorting coil. Sometimes the answer is very simple, like “stop being a bonehead.” Either way, he always answers, which is nice. I even hear that he’s been keeping his cell on at night, just in case one of my popo adventures goes south. At almost 30 it’s nice to have an on call tow truck/life coach/mechanic/guru. So Happy Father’s Day to all you dads out there: Thanks for putting up with all our crazy shenanigans.