"How's your car?"At least he was talking to me...directly to me!
This was rare.
He always had more in common with my brother and sister.
"So, how is your car?"
He always wanted to hear my answer to this question.
So, I would do my best to give him a thorough explanation of all the strange noises it had made since we had spoken of this only a week prior.
Well, Dad, today it made this new noise...
Then it went...
Tut...tttt...tttt...tttt
Right before it died.
But as soon as I started it up again, it ran fine all the way to your house.
Sigh!!!
"Well, let's go take a look at it."
This was pretty much the only conversation that we had on a one on one basis.
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A bit worried about that, I confided in a male friend who told me...
DUH!
Don't you know that when your dad asked,
"How's your car?"
He was really saying...
"I love you."
In that case, Dad...
My car is running very smoothly!
1 comment:
My parents are divorced and have benn most of my life. When I was a teenager I would drive to my dad's for a visit. He would always ask me if I had enough gas. If I was really low, he'd take it to the station and fill it up. If I had some gas left, he would give me money to fill it up later. He always checked the tires and things if I needed him to. This always gave us private time together when I could talk with him about anything. I miss this as an adult. I think he believes his job has passed to my husband, but I miss the private conversations we once shared.
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