Our KIA plant a few miles from me just rolled out its 500,000th car yesterday. I thought that was pretty neat. We're headed for economic success! I would die to have an Optima sedan with its incredible 270 horsepower engine. The plant is currently producing the Sorrento SUV.
That’s what dad decided I would need to get even better last night. Routine socialization. Phew! I cringed at the thought of a room of 100’s of strangers with me sitting in a corner thwarting any advances.
“Practice makes perfect,” dad said with his Cheshire grin used in such social manipulation and social engineering situations.
I threw up a little in my mouth as I told him I was going to run away like a little abused kid if he started all that crap again with me.
“I'm serious! You’ll never see me again,” I told him. “I will be living in the Rescue Mission in Nashville. A thousand dollars can get you pretty far when you don’t have any bills!”
“Well? What’s your best idea Mr. know-it-all?” Dad asked derogatorily. “You would’ve been homeless if not for me.”
“I get enough socialization volunteering,” was my answer. “Let’s just leave things as they are.”
“You’re getting cranky,” I then told my father as I pulled his jacket off the back of the sofa and handed it to him. “Maybe it’s best that you go home, get in your pajamas, and go to bed.”