Along with being my friend Megan's birthday, my father turns FIFTY today. So, I'm going to share some of my favorite stories of my father from when he was young.
Dad was on his school's debate team and was also a very big hippie. He wore an earring, had curly hair past his shoulders, and was a pothead. He came home one day to see that his parents found his weed. They were going to flush it, something my dad was not pleased with. Using his awesome debate skills, convinced them they legally had the right to call the cops, but did not have the right to repossess his property themselves. Not wanting to call the cops on their son, they gave my dad his weed back.
When he was little, my grandpa worked in the food industry. He was constantly bringing home new types of candy and soda that were still being tested. He convinced my father that he created 1 Up, 2 Up, 3 Up, 4 Up, 5 Up, 6 Up and then chose to stop. Dad believed this for a long time and was floored when he realized it was fake. This explains why I bought him personalized 6 Up soda for Christmas.
In his early twenties, Dad lost his driver's license at a rest stop bathroom. Instead of applying and getting a new one, he rode without it and constantly got tickets. It came to the point where a cop let him go without a ticket because he'd never get his license with another. My dad got his license again when he was thirty and was offered discounts on his car insurance because there was no record showing any previous tickets. Mom was FURIOUS.
Today, on his fiftith birthday, my Dad went to the shed and looked inside. He was brutally attacked my a shovel and got a terrible cut. Instead of going inside to clean it up, he took a picture and posted on Facebook, along with making it his default. He's telling everyone it's stigmata and that he needed sixteen stitches.
That's my Dad, folks. He's awesome
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