re: What’s the most “dad” thing that your dad did?

This thread has some laugh out loud responses

Not show any affection and essentially treat me like garbage

Lit a pile of gunpowder and it singed all hair up his arm and side of head.

These are great stories…sorry for the guys who had shitty dads.seems like regardless of what kind of dad you have, you should know how to be a good one.

I just remembered another classic. My dad wouldn’t throw anything away, and ate food that was clearly spoiled. He once removed an insane amount of blue mold from the outside of a hot dog bun and ate the remainder.

On a family trip in a rental. Lost, hopping curbs, cutting medians, going the wrong way etc. We get pulled over. Dad's like "oh he'll help I'll ask him" and immediately hops out of the car. Cop flips out hollering at him. Hands up, back in the car, hands out the window. Then an arse chewing and a ticket.

Wiped blood on my face from my first deer kill. Had the skin mounted and the legs made into a gun rack for me.

Bought the biggest lawn tractor he could find. Mowed the lawn once with it. Then it was my job.

I had to sit on the very front of the seat and pull myself forward with the steering wheel to push in the brake/clutch for the first year or two.

Dad was right

Stayed on my arse about using Southern
Expressions, colloquialisms or improper English. He was well traveled and had multiple degrees but was honest and says if you use improper English or talk “Southern” people that matter will assume you are stupid. (Sorry cuz)

If you every said Where is that at? Between the A and T, Don’t ever end a sentence with a preposition dumbass.

friends would call asking “Is John home?” He would respond “Yes he is” then just wait on the line until finally asking would you like to speak to him? which of course embarrassed the shite out of me. (You should ask May I speak to him next) If they were good friends they knew this routine but often would say “Can I speak to him?” To which he would always reply, “I don’t know can you?” Can signifies ability may is a request.

God help you if you used ain’t or something like that.

He didn’t do this with my country cousins though as he said it didn’t matter with them as they were going to live in that area forever.

I wish I could remember the other 1000 of theses. He died when I was 19, which pretty much ducked up my life

My pawpaw used to let me shave with him. He’d let me use his old safety razor without the blade in it. He’s also let me sit in his lap and steer his old Toyota truck around the neighborhood while he shifted and steered. Navy veteran, railroad engineer, and could do just about anything you could ask with a piece of wood. He was a cool arse dude.