Signs of the Dad-pocalypse
I knew we were heading treacherously close to the threshold of no return , with the Dad laugh and all. But a few things have happened recently which make me wonder whether it’s already too late:
Sign #1: Full steam ahead
Driving straight toward a lane meant for oncoming streetcars only, which is clearly marked for transit vehicles as well as this:
Sign #2: Fashion Faux "Pa"
Wearing this T-shirt :
… not while gardening, sleeping, working out or cleaning the garage but to head DOWNTOWN!!!
Sign #3: The New Alternative
But this, my friends, is likely the clincher ...
Listening to the radio in the car, to who knows what station, and the following comes on the airwaves:
“ Iiiiiiiii…. Wanna be your sole provider ..."
(sorry if you're a fan... edited to add: Ha! Freudian slip there, should be SOUL provider - thx Kellan! And, as if ... he'd switch spots with me in a flash!])
The Dad says, “Hey, this isn’t so bad…”
WHAT THE ....??????
I've gotta dig deep if I'm gonna find the guy who introduced me to David Sylvian and Japan, and enjoyed the Lust for Life of Iggy in concert with me, among other choice classics through the years.
[I know I like to joke about the hubs a lot here; I'm just lucky he's good-natured enough to laugh and know that I'm laughing WITH him and NOT AT him. ]