And have his secondhand cigarette smoke wafting into my face as he worked on the car.
24
lol
Not there, THERE!
23
What if your Dad was a protologist ?…
11
As Gilligan used to say,..sticks and stones can break my bones,so please don’t throw sticks and stones!
10
Willy, you run the risk of inviting the “Starfish” with questions like that! 🙂
5
“What the Fuck is the matter with you?!”
13
I was the oldest child so I learned to hold the flashlight just right at an early age.
11
“oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuudge”
18
Well, at least he talked to you and recognized that you were there.
13
Bingo exactly why we have snowflakes today. They didn’t have Dad’s making them hold a flashlight. They just got awards for participating. And here we are!
19
I learned soooo much from my Dad and older brother while holding the light or fetching tools. That’s why I am an engineer.
Thanks Pops!
26
That’s a commercial for an A/C company here in Phoenix…….now I feel bad for turning the radio down whenever it comes on……naw..not really
10
Shit I was the TV remote
16
Oh crap the Sgt. Major is back with his KP list.
5
No, not 3/8, the 7/16 dammit!! OPEN END!
9
“Holding a flashlight”, should be a life skills course.
Somebody’s got to do it.
I got blamed a lot for losing tools, only to find them where my Dad left them.
11
When I was a little kid, I used to fetch beer for my dad when he was working on something.
One time, all we had was warm beer – someone forgot to put it in the fridge – so I put ice cubes in it. He said, you ever do that again I’ll be whippin’ your ass. Kidding – but he did teach me to never put ice in a beer to cool it off – even warm beer was better than diluted beer.
7
If your Dad used an old fashioned caged, incandescent work light, never shoot it with your squirt gun….especially after he tells you not to….
14
If I had had a father, I’m sure he would have asked me to hold the flashlight.
6
Stop sniffing the gas can!
6
I’ll rip your arm off and beat you with the bloody end. Dad was subtle.
4
Willysgoatgruff, my son when he was a small kid once had a squirt gun in the bathtub with him and shot out the overhead light in the bathroom causing the lightbulb to explode and he got a few fragments in his eyes but fortunately nothing serious. Our family doctor laughed when we took our son to see him and said kids will be kids. He never had a squirt gun in the bathtub with him after that.
4
Flashlights ran incandescent bulbs on 3 volts and I had the attention span of a cat in those days. It was my first memory of hearing the f-word.
3
willysgoatgruff, my dad called it a “Trouble Light”. So did I, but probably for a different reason.
4
Dad sayings that stuck:
Two wrongs don’t make a right.
Swearing makes you sound ignorant.
You can’t spend the same dollar three times.
You can be anything you want when you grow up.
Thanks dad. RIP
(I was the only one of six kids who was ever awake when my dad got off swing shift, and he always stuck his head in the bedroom door to say goodnight.)
5
My dad was a master at persuasion. He was working on plumbing in the bathroom and needed someone to go under the house to check to see if there was a leaking pipe as he made ajustments to the plumbing, and I was “volunteered” to help out.
Basically, I was a tomboy at 15 yrs old and usually loved being adventurous like a boy, but getting into dark, damp spaces, home to creepy crawlies was another thing.
It took two hours of him patiently reasuring me nothing under the house could hurt me.
I finally was persuaded. I got under the house with a flashlight, located the pipe, which was not leaking and didn’t encounter any mice, snakes or other creatures I was so afraid of – dad was right – nothing to fear.
4
I once got my ass whipped for saying “crud.”
That’s why I never use curse words, now.
May have been more of a contextual thing, when I really think about it.
Ah, well … greatest Dad in the world!
RIP.
izlamo delenda est …
1
99th — Our dads are the ones who make us believe in ourselves. I have a funny story very similar to yours — with a different ending.
At the age of six or seven, my best friend’s family were remodelling their kitchen and her Uncle Scotty, a contractor, and his family came from another state to visit and help with the project. Uncle Scotty was a big, jolly man with a very big voice.
Lorie and I were the only little kids in the house so we were outfitted with the flashlight and sent into the crawl space beneath the kitchen to report back a plumbing situation, too. Once down there we decided to play a joke on Uncle Scotty and see how loud he could make his voice, so we pretended not to be able to hear Uncle Scotty shouting at the top lungs. We couldn’t manage it for very long. We started giggling, then laughing, then were completely taken over with laughter to the point we both wet our pants. Neither one of us wanted to come back out from under the house because the dry dirt was stuck to our wet pants. Uncle Scotty was a good sport about our joke and he got the last laugh on us.
3
Coulda been a lot worse. Coulda been “the fleshlight“.
(I’ll just sneak out the back door while you’re looking that one up.)
And have his secondhand cigarette smoke wafting into my face as he worked on the car.
lol
Not there, THERE!
What if your Dad was a protologist ?…
As Gilligan used to say,..sticks and stones can break my bones,so please don’t throw sticks and stones!
Willy, you run the risk of inviting the “Starfish” with questions like that! 🙂
“What the Fuck is the matter with you?!”
I was the oldest child so I learned to hold the flashlight just right at an early age.
“oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuudge”
Well, at least he talked to you and recognized that you were there.
Bingo exactly why we have snowflakes today. They didn’t have Dad’s making them hold a flashlight. They just got awards for participating. And here we are!
I learned soooo much from my Dad and older brother while holding the light or fetching tools. That’s why I am an engineer.
Thanks Pops!
That’s a commercial for an A/C company here in Phoenix…….now I feel bad for turning the radio down whenever it comes on……naw..not really
Shit I was the TV remote
Oh crap the Sgt. Major is back with his KP list.
No, not 3/8, the 7/16 dammit!! OPEN END!
“Holding a flashlight”, should be a life skills course.
Somebody’s got to do it.
I got blamed a lot for losing tools, only to find them where my Dad left them.
When I was a little kid, I used to fetch beer for my dad when he was working on something.
One time, all we had was warm beer – someone forgot to put it in the fridge – so I put ice cubes in it. He said, you ever do that again I’ll be whippin’ your ass. Kidding – but he did teach me to never put ice in a beer to cool it off – even warm beer was better than diluted beer.
If your Dad used an old fashioned caged, incandescent work light, never shoot it with your squirt gun….especially after he tells you not to….
If I had had a father, I’m sure he would have asked me to hold the flashlight.
Stop sniffing the gas can!
I’ll rip your arm off and beat you with the bloody end. Dad was subtle.
Willysgoatgruff, my son when he was a small kid once had a squirt gun in the bathtub with him and shot out the overhead light in the bathroom causing the lightbulb to explode and he got a few fragments in his eyes but fortunately nothing serious. Our family doctor laughed when we took our son to see him and said kids will be kids. He never had a squirt gun in the bathtub with him after that.
Flashlights ran incandescent bulbs on 3 volts and I had the attention span of a cat in those days. It was my first memory of hearing the f-word.
willysgoatgruff, my dad called it a “Trouble Light”. So did I, but probably for a different reason.
Dad sayings that stuck:
Two wrongs don’t make a right.
Swearing makes you sound ignorant.
You can’t spend the same dollar three times.
You can be anything you want when you grow up.
Thanks dad. RIP
(I was the only one of six kids who was ever awake when my dad got off swing shift, and he always stuck his head in the bedroom door to say goodnight.)
My dad was a master at persuasion. He was working on plumbing in the bathroom and needed someone to go under the house to check to see if there was a leaking pipe as he made ajustments to the plumbing, and I was “volunteered” to help out.
Basically, I was a tomboy at 15 yrs old and usually loved being adventurous like a boy, but getting into dark, damp spaces, home to creepy crawlies was another thing.
It took two hours of him patiently reasuring me nothing under the house could hurt me.
I finally was persuaded. I got under the house with a flashlight, located the pipe, which was not leaking and didn’t encounter any mice, snakes or other creatures I was so afraid of – dad was right – nothing to fear.
I once got my ass whipped for saying “crud.”
That’s why I never use curse words, now.
May have been more of a contextual thing, when I really think about it.
Ah, well … greatest Dad in the world!
RIP.
izlamo delenda est …
99th — Our dads are the ones who make us believe in ourselves. I have a funny story very similar to yours — with a different ending.
At the age of six or seven, my best friend’s family were remodelling their kitchen and her Uncle Scotty, a contractor, and his family came from another state to visit and help with the project. Uncle Scotty was a big, jolly man with a very big voice.
Lorie and I were the only little kids in the house so we were outfitted with the flashlight and sent into the crawl space beneath the kitchen to report back a plumbing situation, too. Once down there we decided to play a joke on Uncle Scotty and see how loud he could make his voice, so we pretended not to be able to hear Uncle Scotty shouting at the top lungs. We couldn’t manage it for very long. We started giggling, then laughing, then were completely taken over with laughter to the point we both wet our pants. Neither one of us wanted to come back out from under the house because the dry dirt was stuck to our wet pants. Uncle Scotty was a good sport about our joke and he got the last laugh on us.
Coulda been a lot worse. Coulda been “the fleshlight“.
(I’ll just sneak out the back door while you’re looking that one up.)
😉