Met my Dad last night

[Phonetek]

He really wasn't actually my dad, he's been dead for a few years now. I had a customer come to the bar and I thought maybe he was a bit slow mentally. No problem, we get all kinds and you really never know. I gave him his beer he requested and within 5 minutes I realized he wasn't slow he was already pretty drunk. He was spouting off with some steadily louder babble of how great life is. Then started yelling at the straw dispenser telling it that it's his ex-wifes fault of why his life isn't as good as it should be.

Wow it was a flashback of my life. I nudged my co-worker and said "Meet my Dad" LOL He thought I was 100% serious. I said "No you goof, it's not my actual Dad but sure acts exactly like him to a to the point of being scarey" That was exactly the way he used to act just about every day for the 40+ years I knew him. All I could do is laugh and shake my head. It made me realize I wasn't alone and there were others just like him out there. Personally I was okay thinking he was a one of a kind. Needless to say I did NOT serve him any further. It proves sometimes it's very hard to tell if someone has a disability or they are drunk, even my co-worker didn't know.

They say it's possible to someday meet your doppelganger. I haven't met mine yet but I sure met my dads. LOL

[J Anderson]

They say it's possible to someday meet your doppelganger. I haven't met mine yet but I sure met my dads. LOL

Evidently I have a number of doppelgangers, and have met one of them. When I was a sophomore in high school, my cousin Art was a senior. Art liked to hang out with the kind of girls that you didn't want mom and dad to meet. One day, one of these girls came up to me in the hall and said, "OH no! I just slapped some kid that I thought was you because he wouldn't tell me where your cousin was." The kid she had slapped was the younger son of the butcher who my family bought our meat from.

[Phonetek]

Evidently I have a number of doppelgangers, and have met one of them. When I was a sophomore in high school, my cousin Art was a senior. Art liked to hang out with the kind of girls that you didn't want mom and dad to meet. One day, one of these girls came up to me in the hall and said, "OH no! I just slapped some kid that I thought was you because he wouldn't tell me where your cousin was." The kid she had slapped was the younger son of the butcher who my family bought our meat from.

LOL I've never met mine but have had other people tell me I look and act just like blah blah blah that they know or are related to. I prefer to think I am unique. LOL I will say something else about the guy last night. First of all, my dad would have NEVER set foot in a bowling alley. He was a tavern guy. Second, I did take great joy in being able to cut him off, something I couldn't have done with the real one. Lastly, when he got too loud I escorted him out. Now THAT, I would have loved to do to the real one. Being able to throw your own dad out of a bar? Oh man, that would have been priceless! For everything else there's MasterCard.

Before anyone feels bad for me, that's not what this is about. I don't want to open a can of worms about it. Suffice it to say there is no love loss there and I grew up a happy person without him. Why the hate? One example I'll give. I was on TV twice when I was 14 bowling as I mentioned before, and he didn't come see or even bother watching it when it was televised. That's only one tiny example. I haven't even shared his last name since I was 8, it was legally changed. I attempted to make peace on his death bed and he told me to go to hell. Oh well, no biggie I tried so his loss not mine. So please don't feel sorry for me, I don't. I'm all good with it. The guy last night surprised me so much because they were so much alike. Hopefully that guy isn't ALWAYS like that for his sake.