I know who my father is

There is this crazy dude at work: We call him "Clayton". Lately he's been coming in twice or more a week to "work" with me. He is either nuttier than Mr. Peanut or bloody brilliant. I'm leaning towards crazy. He takes pictures of rocks and finds 'pictures' or 'carvings' in them. He is trying to link them all together to the same artist way back when. Somehow this is going to prove the existence of the 'Arc of the Covenant' and the actual location of Atlantis, and I wouldn't be surprised if it proved the family geneology of Big Foot. I don't know what they have to do with any of this. So Don't ask me. I was actually enjoying "playing along" on Friday, instead of acting interested then thoroughly annoyed. However, as usual, because of how much attention he demands, there was a line of people looking hungruly at me behind the counter when I turned around from the computer. So, he actually apologized and said I would be right with them. One lady said something to the effect of: "I just need to know if I can do this in the self-serve or if she needs to do it for me."
His reply?
"If you want it done right you'll have her do it!" with a HUGE grin.
Her reaction was almost offended, and my glare to him should of killed him. Did he really want me to take MORE time with someone else, making him wait even longer? Stupid. Anyway, seeing the look on the woman's face he laughs: "Hey, it's okay. I can say that! She's my daughter!"
The look of disgust on my face was enough for everyone to take a step back from the counter. I told him to leave the copy center area. I walked over to the women and as they started to describe their job, I completely ignored them and said "THAT is NOT MY DAD". They looked at me really confused. "He is crazy if he thinks he has any attachment to me."

He asked how much I made. I said "Not enough("to deal with you"<-I added in my head)." He said, "Ya know, when all this is set through you're going to come work for me." (" Not in your wildest dreams," I thought smugly. Slightly smiling at the fact that I'm not telling him I'm moving... so one of these days in August he is going to walk in and realize I'm not there to do his stupid little projects anymore.) He has promised me that once his portfolio comes together and he gets them to "the right people", he will buy me a GT mustang. I'm not keeping my hopes up.

Anyway, just wanted to say,

I'm proud of my dad and my lineage. I have good blood- not crazy blood. I've gotten a lot of good qualities from my parents-

  • kind smile
  • generous attitude
  • Nose
  • Honest care for people
  • Rosy Cheeks

  • Work Ethic
  • Laser-like focus (When I want it)
  • Southern Temper
  • Curly Hair
  • Want to work with my hands
  • Get going so we can get back

Love you guys


The Canciennes said...

When I worked at Walmart, we had some crazies too.

Christy said...

That is hilarious! You've got me and Mark laughing out loud. That is sooo funny!

And that was a nice tribute to ma and pa!

April Hardy said...

Nice story. And "Lets go so we can get back..." Classic dad quote.

Cindy Ardis said...

Aw, that was cute, and thanks for the compliments, I think you are pretty patient to have do deal with crazy people like that. Scary, too. Dad will never change, the: let's go so we can get back: will have to be on his tombstone. I'm surprised he's still here.

Lexa said...

That is SO flipping hilarious! Thanks for making me giggle!

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