Dark Macc
06-28-2002, 12:52 AM
After a year of not being able to be with my fiancee because of distance, I'm leaving tomorrow to spend two weeks with her. Well, tonight, my dad thinks he'll "help me pack." Of course, that goes like this:
Dad: How many shirts did you pack?
Me: Enough..
Dad: How many is that?
Me: How do I know? 5 or 6, I think, I packed four hours ago, I don't remember unimportant numbers
Dad: Well, maybe you're too fucking immature to go. Give me your fucking ticket and I'll shred it
I had asked him before if he wanted me to open up my suitcase so he could look inside and tell me if I needed anything else. He just told me to "Shut the fuck up nd quit being a smart ass."
I thought everything would work out easily. I thought I wouldn't have to worry about him being an ass. I just got a job, shouldn't that make him happy? $6.50 an hour to just put a burger on a bun. Everything seemed fine until he decided to start bitching at me.
Now he says "What is your carry-on?" I told him ten minutes ago it was my backpack. I told my mother that too. He said "You never told me that" and started up again. Then he treated me like I'd never flown on a plane before and said "So, you don't have any sharp objects, do you? Do you have your knife? You better not have your fucking knife..."
Sorry...I needed to vent...
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Dad: How many shirts did you pack?
Me: Enough..
Dad: How many is that?
Me: How do I know? 5 or 6, I think, I packed four hours ago, I don't remember unimportant numbers
Dad: Well, maybe you're too fucking immature to go. Give me your fucking ticket and I'll shred it
I had asked him before if he wanted me to open up my suitcase so he could look inside and tell me if I needed anything else. He just told me to "Shut the fuck up nd quit being a smart ass."
I thought everything would work out easily. I thought I wouldn't have to worry about him being an ass. I just got a job, shouldn't that make him happy? $6.50 an hour to just put a burger on a bun. Everything seemed fine until he decided to start bitching at me.
Now he says "What is your carry-on?" I told him ten minutes ago it was my backpack. I told my mother that too. He said "You never told me that" and started up again. Then he treated me like I'd never flown on a plane before and said "So, you don't have any sharp objects, do you? Do you have your knife? You better not have your fucking knife..."
Sorry...I needed to vent...
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