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Even though my dad should know better, as he had something like 30 years dealing ith customers as a pharmacist, he still embarrasses me once in a while when we go shopping. He'll be the first one to break out with "I guess it's free, then," when something doesn't scan.
What really made me cringe, though, was after I graduated high school back in 1978 (when dinosaurs walked the earth), my family sold our store, and we travelled around the country for about a year. Just about every time we pulled our truck and fifth-wheel trailer into a gas station, my dad would insist on telling the gas station attendant, clerk or whatever all about how the state of Wisconsin basically drove us out of business with their draconian Welfare reimbursement policies, and how we bought the trailer and decided to travel, and on, and on, and on. I don't think we hardly ever got out of a gas station inside of 30 minutes, because my dad insisted on telling and retelling our life story to whoever might be listening.
He's also a big fan of (what I consider) pretty bad limericks and punny jokes, and will tell them to anyone; clerks, nurses when I've been in the hospital. Usually, when he starts, I just mutter "oh, no" and bury my face in my hands. It's kind of gotten to be a running gag with us.
I love him to death, but, man, can he be embarrassing. Although, he is 78 years old, and he's not about to change now, so I give him a lot of slack.
What really made me cringe, though, was after I graduated high school back in 1978 (when dinosaurs walked the earth), my family sold our store, and we travelled around the country for about a year. Just about every time we pulled our truck and fifth-wheel trailer into a gas station, my dad would insist on telling the gas station attendant, clerk or whatever all about how the state of Wisconsin basically drove us out of business with their draconian Welfare reimbursement policies, and how we bought the trailer and decided to travel, and on, and on, and on. I don't think we hardly ever got out of a gas station inside of 30 minutes, because my dad insisted on telling and retelling our life story to whoever might be listening.
He's also a big fan of (what I consider) pretty bad limericks and punny jokes, and will tell them to anyone; clerks, nurses when I've been in the hospital. Usually, when he starts, I just mutter "oh, no" and bury my face in my hands. It's kind of gotten to be a running gag with us.
I love him to death, but, man, can he be embarrassing. Although, he is 78 years old, and he's not about to change now, so I give him a lot of slack.
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