Even out of uniform, I'm scary looking. Or maybe I'm scarier out of uniform.
My daughter plays World Of Warcraft. The old fashioned way, with the cards and the geeky dice and all. Her and her boyfriend had been invited to play at a card shop in town with some other kids. The wife asked if I would go and check the place out.
The last place we had in town was creepy and nasty and looked like a den of thieves. I suspect that it was. Among other things.
So I went to scope the joint out. Dressed as I usually am in tiger striped camo pants, dark glasses, a big black coat and a hat that says "Wicked".
The place was a bit scroungy, but it was more teenage hangout scroungy than actually dirty. It looked live in. Like a place a bunch of teenage geeks would gather at to play World Of Warcraft.
And to my immense surprise, that was who was there. A bunch of teenage geeks. And one girl in the whole place. My daughter.
I scoped the place out. It wasn't too bad. But I felt like a gunfighter that had just walked into the sissiest saloon in town. Everybody quit talking when I walked in. Then they started trying to be friendly. Overly friendly. I thought I might have to shoot my way back out again.
Wandered over to the corner by my daughter and watched her get her cards and stuff together for a few minutes. I could see that the place was pretty harmless.
And I had think I had made my point.
That was my kid.
Don't make me come back here again.
As soon as I walked out the door the questions began. "Who was that dude?"
She just smiled. "That's my dad!"
And she knows I got her back if something goes down.
I aint afraid of no geeks.
Always plenty to eat - *Cliff and I were both poor, growing up. We stayed pretty poor most of our married life, too, although I was always sure not to call us "poor", even in my...
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