For Will Chappell

My new car, Barbie, is settling in ok. She's a bit hippy and rattles some but she's smooth and is doing me right so far. She has this piece of rubber going around the windshield, I learned day two of our uniting it is loose and smacks loudly on the roof. It's an unnerving racket. I don't do well with irritating sound. I get that from my dad. Sometimes, when I breathe he'll ask, "Ginny, you need to breathe like that?" He makes me laugh. I can appreciate it now as there are noises like smacking, rattles or shakes, or repetitive banging that drive me nuts!

My dad helped me out yesterday to get that to stop! Praise the Lord! I have breakfast with my parents every Sunday after church, after breakfast yesterday Dad got in my car and we went to the auto parts store to get adhesive for this rubber thing. The radio doesn't go on when my dad is in the car. It's another annoyance of just noise and I'm ok with no radio as well. It facilitates communication, and come on now; we're talking about me here. As soon as thumps started up dad sat listening for a moment, cocks his head toward me and says, "Damn, that's annoying as hell!" It is indeed, it is indeed.

Dad and I get to the auto parts store and start moseying around the different options for what we needed. My dad is very thorough in his products for car stuff. He has to read all the labels to make sure we're getting the best one for what we need.

After about my third circle of the store looking at steering wheel covers and air fresheners, the only parts that interest me in an auto store, my dad calls me over to make the final decision about our adhesive supplies. As we come to a stop in front of what we are looking for my dad bends his knees and sort of braces himself. I'm not really sure what's going on. Maybe it's how he bends down now? And then. He Farted.

A long chorus with face to match came out of that man! I don't know why I was so mortified? I guess because it was so intentional. He did not care. I glanced around.

"Dad, we're in public."

"And I had to fart." He replied simply.

I don't want to encourage this behavior, at least when I am around him, but he made me laugh. He didn't care and there really wasn't anyone around. He wasn't intending to be rude, he was being my dad who needed to fart and you gotta do what you gotta do.

Oh dad. I guess when you're kids are grown and your hair is gray, you've worked hard your whole life and are about to retire, you feel entitled to do as you please.

Ha ha I love my dad.

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