Conversational Adventures With My Dad
Blogging always becomes interesting and desirable again when you change settings. Fall semester ended and I came back home. I actually stayed for two days until my room mates and I got “evicted.” it sucked, but i already find it quite funny.
I was too tired yesterday to go home so i packed my car and drove to Walt’s house. stayed the night. and drove home in the afternoon. my dad needed to get picked up at the train station at 5:30. My sister couldn’t do it today so she called me and asked me to. so i just drove straight to the train station from Northfield. and i got there at 5:25! it was perfect timing
I wanted to blog about the conversations i’ve had with my dad today because, well i’ve never said this on my blog before, but my dad is a pretty damn funny guy. I think i know where I get my silliness from. The dialogue in this story is from memory, but ALMOST word for word
So I pick my dad up at metro park station. I wait for him inside the station, and the happy and surprised look on his face when he sees me picking him up is one I hope I never forget. We walk back towards the car, rudely being driven past by, given no preference as pedestrians from our fellow indian Edison-ites.
we start up the car, pull out of our spot, and immediately get stuck in traffic…in the parking lot! Metro Park is jam-packed!
I ask him how work is going, and he tells me how much he LOVES it. He’s been retired for seven years, but last summer he decided to get back into the work force. He’s 4 weeks into his job, and he just absolutely loves going to work again.
As we are slowly pushing along, this blue sedan pulls out of its spot, and looks to get in front of us. my dad says, “don’t let this bastard forward!”
so I accelerate to cut off the sedan from getting in. When we do that. we get a good look of the person inside. It happened to be a very pretty young caucasian woman.
my dad immediately says, “Okay okay, I changed my mind. Let her go. signal her to go forward.”
I laugh out loud as I signal her to go ahead of us, and she immediately beams in gratitude
“Aww, see that, you get a nice smile. now she is happy.” he points out.
The girl moves to take our spot and I, the easily stoked college kid, yells “yeeaah! gimme your number!!” I look to my dad and say, “wow dad, your pretty smooth”
“What? Nah, you know I originally thought it was another indian guy in the car. Thats why I didn’t want you to let them through. they are really getting on my nerves now. So rude.” He continues to talk about their driving, and all the noise they make on the train.
“Ok now don’t let anyone else through.” my dad tells me
“oh no, it looks like someone wants to cut in front of our woman,” I tell him.
and what do you know… blue sedan woman lets the other car through
“DAD! this is what I call bad karma. You do something good for somebody, and then they go ahead and do something good for someone else…and now we have to wait even longer!!”
“Yea I agree, she feels obligated to let someone through, because we did that for her”
“oh well, at least we get a nice look at her behind….”
“haha. it is a nice rear. what kind of car is that?,” he asks.
“A Volkswagen Jetta” I replied.
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One hour later, dinner time!
My mom left for maryland for the week and cooked up a whole bunch of food for us to eat while she was away. she made my dad’s favorite dish which is called Paya. It’s a spicy pakistani soup-like dish made out of goat feet. it has a lot of bones, marrow and fat. its not the healthiest thing in the world…but thats pakistani soul food right there.
my dad instructs me on how to enjoy it. “If you get a bone in your mouth, don’t spit it our right away. They are soft. So you can start chewing on it, and thats how you get all the marrow.”
He sticks a bone in his mouth, “mmMM! see that! So good. I tell you, once you chew on this bone, you will know why dogs get so happy when you throw them bone.”
Two minutes later, I finally get around to putting a bone in my mouth. And I start chewing…
I freeze,eyes wide open…
“Oh yea!…Thats GOOD!”
“I told you!! didn’t I?!”
