Dad's19:25 Oct 16 2006
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Went to a local company to make an estimate for a job. Well…to tell the truth, I had the job, as our company has worked for this family owned business for over 40 years. I went to make sure we show up prepared for the job. Here I am, talking to one of the sons, when his dad stops in to say hello. Here we are, standing in the hallway of this very nice office complex, and his dad asks me if I remember his son.
You know those people who ask you trick questions? ~Smiles~ Do you lie? Tell him you remember him when he introduced himself this afternoon? On the other hand, do you say- of course, and hope he drops it? Well I am not one to lie, so I said... “Sort of. You can tell he is your son, by his looks” What? It was not a total lie. His dad laughed and slapped his son on the back. “Well… I will have to tell your mother what she said.” Ok- that gave me a pause. “You are Kay? The youngest one?” I smile, seeing a trap, but unable to get out of it. “Yes. I am the youngest one of the girls”
His dad just smiled like a cat finding a wounded bird… but I think it was his son that had the feathers on him, not me. “Dad, stop it” “Oh son, but lets remind her how you two meet.” Ok… now I am afraid. As the son lets out a deep breath, I am trying my best to rake my mind. There was a inside joke here, but I was on the outside. Did I do something to the son? I look at him and try to remember the face…
“When he finished college, I asked your family to go fetch him home. He lived in …” and he went on to tell me of a known college town. I stand there, looking at the sons face and guessing his age. At least 15 or 18 years ago. Dad was not going to let this drop, and I was ready to tell him I do not remember any of this, when he said the words. “He lived out on our farm, in an underground house.”
Oh hell… I start to laugh, and dad elbowed the son, so enjoying this game. “See. She remembers you.” I notice the red stain moving up the son’s cheeks. “Yes. The man in his underwear. Briefs, if I remember right?” We arrived at the home the young college student was living, were he had been up all night partying with his friends. He answers the door in nothing but his briefs, not seeing me, the only woman in the crew, until it was too late. And he turned as red now as he did then. LOL The twinkle in his dad’s eye leads me to believe that this was not the first time this story was passed along. So I had to have some fun. ~ smiles ~
“Well, I see you have grown up some. No wonder I did not recognized you. Stripe down to your briefs, and maybe I will” Dad laughed. Son told dad to go away. “I will leave you two to your work. Just keep your clothes on this time” Dad had to have that finally shot. The poor son just coughs, and led me to the next office he wanted moved. “Have to love dads.” I laughed and agreed with him. “I have one of my own.”
Anyone else notice the running theme of me seeing man in their underwear? LOL
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Goddess
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