In Honor of Father's Day...

Post a funny story or anecdote about your father. (Feel free to substitute with a story about your grandfather or husband if you so desire.)

Kathy's Story:
I remember when I was young maybe 8 or even 10 my dad worked for Fuller Brush as a salesman. Every week they had a different sale catalogue and he had to pass it out to all of his customers in order to get sales. When school was out I convinced him to take me with him to work. I loved to read and the idea of sitting in a car all day with nothing to do but read sounded great to me at the time. But my dad had other ideas on how I was going to spend my day. He took me to a housing development and dropped me off with a bunch of these sales books and told me to go door to door passing them out. He then took off to go make some sales and left me in a strange housing development to peddle his books. I had no clue what I was up against but off I went to knock on doors and tell these women that my dad would be back the following week to get their orders. I remember knocking on one door and when the lady opened the door I saw an ironing board just inside the door. I asked her if her Mother was home and she told me that that was some line I had and that I would for sure make lots of people order from my dad. My dad loved it and thought I was great. What the heck did I know. I learned so much from my Dad especially on how to deal with people.
Can you imagine in today's world dropping off a 10 year old girl in a neighborhood and coming back for her an hour later. They probably would've put my dad in jail for that one.
We had great times together. This is my first Father's Day without my Dad. I miss him very much. He was a great example of kindness and patience for my sons. I love you Dad and miss you very much.
Happy Father's Day to all my sons. I am very proud of each of you.
MOM Bennie


Meredith's Story:
Some of the funniest stories that I heard about my dad growing up were concerning his extreme care in double checking things. Leaving on a family trip would always take a long time due to his checking and re-checking to make sure that all of the doors were locked and that everything was secure before departure. My mother used to tell some stories (which I’m sure were just a tad bit exaggerated to enhance the humor of it all: I am pretty sure that my siblings and I all tell stories this same way…) that were so silly. She would recall his checking door knobs so often that she swore they were ready to fall off and even claimed that he turned the car around once to see if he had accidently gone through a red light. (Disclaimer- this is strictly family folklore and no one can really prove if this incident occurred.)
I always thought that these little stories were funny as a child but I am really finding the humor in them now because at some point during my adulthood I realized that I was exactly the same way! I don’t laugh to make fun in any way- I laugh because I completely understand the need to check things. I may even be much worse myself and maybe these little stories would explain me to my husband. I cannot rest at night until I have double checked to make sure that the front door is locked, I can’t leave the house until I make sure that my hair styling equipment is off and unplugged, and when I put Cameron to bed I have to pull on the door knob a few times to make sure that the latch has clicked into place and the cat won’t be able to push the door open. (Yes the cat has opened doors by herself before.) Funny how you are more like your parents then you think… Laugh at us if you must- I will just worry if I don’t double check things and I must for my own peace of mind!