And the winner is: David’s father.
Who’s David? David is a young reader of this website whose father drove him all the way from Clifton, New Jersey to Bellport, Long Island so he could see our final performance of “Man of La Mancha.”
We’re talking at least a two hour drive, folks. So kudos to David’s dad.
PAD
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Wow. Now that’s a fan.
Of course, in your view, Peter, I’d imagine that it’s the trip back that you’d find more impressive, given your feelings about NJ. 🙂
I think it’s pretty cool that he did that. My dad would never have done that. Did he see the play to see you specifically?
Bravo for David’s dad!
Thats impressive.
I am going to submit my application as well ^^.
Yesterday was supposed to be a very nice day of picking a park and going anywhere my 7 year old daughter wanted to go. It was a treat day because we got a call from her school as we sat down to dinner telling us how well she was doing there.
Audrey had spent the night at a neighbors house. Another little girl in the same grade and school named Melidia. Magnanimously I offered to take both the girls to a park. I say it that way because Malidia is much like the female not so cute version of Bart Simpson. She does not listen to a single word I say. I will tell her no 3-4 times. She does it anyway. If I let my eyes off of her for a second she has convinced Audrey that its a great idea to put soap on everyones toothbrush. (true story)
So I go to pick up the girls and Melidias mom has put there hair up and gotten them both dressed. She says the girls want to go to the Zoo. I dont have a dime and tell her so. I was planning on a free day, with balogna sandwiches brought along. She hands me twenty dollars and says to consider it babysitting money.
Overall the day was nice saw the animals walked a lot. End of the day and we still have a ton of walking to do. All day long Melidia has been testing my patience. She continued her habit of not listening to a word I said. Worst punishment I could come up with was to tell her mom how much she disobeyed. She looked a bit scared of that. Its not like I can spank someone elses kid.
I felt like telling her mom she owed me more money. I was just thrilled the day was over. I told every relative Malidia had what a bad listener she is. Then had to deal with Audrey crying and whining cause she could not spend the night over there again or have Malidia spend the night.
We are trying so hard to have her best friend in the whole world be anyone but this little girl from a part of hëll designed to torment parents. Five years from now it could be much much worse.
Anyway father of the year for that becauseI did not explode? lol I dont know just needed to vent after waking up from a rough day.
In Reply to above posting (from John Z – the uh, self-proclaimed *cough cough* “Father of the Week”)…
Ummm…
Bravo for David’s Dad!
*Sigh*
You Northerners and your effete idea of “reasonable” drive distances/times.
I have roughly a half hour drive to my nearest comic shop, or the nearest decent mall.
Something over an hour to get to the one photo shop that knows how to print my Olympus Pen FT’s half-frame negs. (Others could closer do it, but they don’t know how, or even that their mini-labs are capable.)
More than two hours to visit my brother and my mother (even though i can phone them without it being long distance).
Three plus hours to visit my granddaughter (whose mother brought her up here for the weekend this week).
When last i had a job i had in excess of a one-hour drive to get there.
And that’s Georgia.
We won’t even discuss Texas…
But, yeah – good for David’s Dad! ABoce and beyond, souds like.
6 hrs for a good play.
Wow.
Usually that honor is reserved for amusement parks or sporting events of a special nature.
Way to go David’s Dad.
Donovan – The guy who teared up at the end of the Peter O’Toole movie version of “Man of La Mancha” he watched back in high school.
Not a lot of fathers would do that.
Not a lot of fathers would do that?
You guys have some crappy fathers then.
Mine drove me 3 hours thru a blizzard from home to my dorm just so I’d make it to class Monday Morning.
and FYI, 2 hours ain’t that bad. I go camping and my cabin is 2 and a half hours each way from my house..in the summertime I do that EVERY WEEKEND.
Shrouded.
PAD
Two hour drive. Lots of gas. Probably a fatal McDonald’s meal. Al to see a musical.
Sorry. Even if he had his car’s transmission fail and his engine caught fire (which happened to me on a Dragon*Con trip) it’s STILL not as agonizing as trying to get Hannah Montana tickets.
So there.
I’m sorry – what does “shrouded” mean?
Sorry, context is everything.
I know what shrouded must obviously mean, and to whom it applies.
A little slow on the uptake.
sorry again.