UPDATE: Pops never did call, like he was supposed to, so we’ll just have to presume that he acted like that. 
Sunday, the 19th day, of the 11th month.
Pops and I are supposed to have lunch
tomorrow (Sunday), so I decided to post my expectations, and then post the
reality of hanging out with dad.
Pops calls (probably late, as in one or two
o-clock) and says meet him at oh…I’m going to guess Red Lobster, so I hop in
the truck and speed off, fighting traffic and smog all the way.
“What have you been up to, George (That’s
what my dad calls me. The name has
meaning, look it up)?”
“Not much dad, just killing myself with
work, school, blogging…”
“What the hell is blogging?”
“It’s like writing a daily journal, except
that some of us actually write because we want too”, I replied with an agitated
tone.
“You don’t need be doing that. Evidently, you’ve got to much time on your
hands, perhaps I need to find you another job”, dad will utter, as he will glare
heavily into the cleavage of the waitress, who will set our drinks on the
table. (I only say this, because it’s a
daily thing with him and with me. I’m
respectable though, there is a difference right!)
“Dad, I love to…”
“Boy, you’re getting sissified again. What? Do we need to go to the Palmetto Hotel?”
(Ahem…This hotel, or as I like to call it,
a lo-tel, was a brothel in my younger days.)
“Alright pops, I get your point”, I will
answer, whilst lighting a …hold it. (No
smoking allowed downtown now.)
“So, when are you going to get hitched, or
at least father me a few grandkids?”
(I have to hear this damn question every
time and I mean every time I talk to him….Jeeezz.)
“Look! You’ll have grandkids soon enough. I’m not going to get hitched, just because you are screaming down my
neck. After Si****n, I’m a little more
careful.”
“You need an American girl son”, he will
whisper, whilst pointing politely at some poor unsuspecting lass.
To Be Continued…
Whelp, I’m going to bed now, so good night
and may you be blessed with love, happiness, offspring, and all that jazz…
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There’s a shame Jefferson – I was looking forward to the revised version
Don’t forget next time
Will do Skint, and thanks for the comment.