My Father, The Turncoat

, , , , | Related | November 1, 2017

(I’m in a bad mood at present, so I’m reading Not Always Right stories to try to divert myself from brooding. My parents and I have been invited out to dinner by relatives who live a two-minutes walk away. I don’t feel like going, because my mood is bad enough to bother other people, so I tell my parents so.)

Dad: “You’re staying in? We won’t bother taking keys, then.”

(This always annoys me. How hard is it to take the keys?)

Me: “No, you’d better take them, so you won’t get locked out in case I go out.”

Dad: *exasperated noise*

Me: “Do you want to find yourselves locked out and to have to find the spares at the relatives?”

Dad: *another noise*

Mum: “Let it go, [Dad]. She’s just in a bad mood, like you are when you get annoyed about nothing at all.”

(I burst out laughing at this point, and feel much better. Then I hear:)

Mum: “Put your coat on!”

Dad: “It’s just around the corner!”

Mum: “I don’t care; put it on anyway! It’s the middle of winter, it’s frosty, and your grandson had to come home from kindergarten because he was too cold. Put on the coat!”

(They’ve been married for nearly 50 years. It amazes me that he always tries to argue the point, when it would be quicker and easier just to put the coat on.)

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