Thursday, October 21, 2010

My Human Dad

My dad is retired now but he used to be a business executive.
He released job stress by pretending he was a farmer who rode his tractor, mowing grass in the fields.


 The more money he made, the poorer he liked to dress on the weekends. Overalls and a straw hat were the designer duds of his choosing and mom, well…she just shook her head and refused to ride with him in his old, oil burning, smoking truck after the incident of him running into the convenience mart, leaving her to face the people who passed by and glared at her like, she alone, was responsible for the town’s pollution. Come Monday morning, he was back in his business suit, driving the company car to work.

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