Continuing on our merry path from the challenge of Jen O.'s 30 Days of Shamelessness, we are told to tell a story about a time where we were made to look a fool.
Well, after trying to narrow it down to just one, I remembered a story from when I was a kid. I guess there is a two-fer here, because my Dad and I looked like idiots that day.
I was probably about 8 or 9. Dad worked for a rather large company here in town, and they had annual Summer picnics down by the water. Growing up, we didn't have a lot of junk food in the house (including soda), so I was all excited about getting to have a root beer. It was a Dad's Root Beer. I still remember the can. Do they even make that anymore? Yes, evidently they do.
This scene occurred:
Me: Dad, can I have a root beer? Please? Pleaseeeeeeee????
Dad: Yeah, I guess so, since your mother isn't here. [Side note: Dad and I often do a lot of things when "Mom's not looking." Like let the bunny into the house to hop around.]
Me: Gee, thanks, Daddy!!! (skips off to dig through the cooler)
(Two frozen hands later, I triumphantly bring back a root beer)
Me: Okay, Daddy, I can't open it.
Dad: (involved in conversation with co-worker) Well, maybe we should get the bubbles out first before you drink it. I think if we stir it up a lot, that will help us.
Me: (innocently shakes the living hell out of the can and hands it to my beloved Daddy)
Dad: (opens up can, which explodes in a shower of root beer foam like never before witnessed on this planet) DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!!! What the hell did you do?!
(Co-worker has streaked away to escape the sudden rainstorm.)
Me: (tearfully) I shook it to get the bubbles out!
Dad: (trying very hard to maintain composure, covered in dripping brown sugar-water) It's okay, honey. I meant that we should stir it when it's already opened.
My poor, sticky father. He has been very patient with me all these years.