MISUNDERSTOOD DAD OF THE DAY
You try to teach your son to be on time, and where does that get you?
(Thanks to... wait for it.... Siouxie)
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You try to teach your son to be on time, and where does that get you?
(Thanks to... wait for it.... Siouxie)
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So dad seems to have a little bit of a sense of entitlement, hm? I'm SOOOOOOO glad they had the plane towed:)
Posted by: Betsy | March 05, 2008 at 12:56 PM
time for the Aricept and to hand the keys over. of course, engineers don't think like the rest of us. common sense much?
Posted by: wickedwitch | March 05, 2008 at 12:57 PM
He should have just landed ON the golf course.... Give the old golfing geezers a little excitement....
Posted by: Adult delinquent | March 05, 2008 at 12:57 PM
I'm betting the son is a real spoiled brat and was whining and bitchin'
Either way, that takes some pretty huge cojones.
OTOH, how many of us have wished to be able to fly over traffic when stuck?? I know I have.
Posted by: Siouxie | March 05, 2008 at 01:00 PM
When you are 65, sitting around waiting for change eventually effects the mind and distorts reality to the point of considering the possibility that giving in to schizphorenia is the better part of valor, or forcing oneself to watch one more unmeaningful post primary speech from Barack Obama.
Posted by: lil rascal | March 05, 2008 at 01:10 PM
The local news interviewed the son who admitted in a sheepish way that his Dad was kind of cool.
I used to live off Route 22 in Lincolnshire when I went to college. There are communities in that microcosm of the Northern Suburbs of Chicago that take entitlement to a whole new level.
One family purchased a house that was adjacent to a high school so their son could show up late and get a good parking spot. Kids that don't "Summer" (note the verbing of the word usually associated with a season) in Europe or Asia are considered neglected. Parents order the underlings at employers to write term papers for their children ("be sure to use 3x5 cards for each fact and use 5x7 cards for bibliography cards, work from an outline and write at least two drafts").
Not just a sense of entitlement -- A sense of entitlement on steroids.
Posted by: Not my usual alias | March 05, 2008 at 01:15 PM
no Siouxie, when I'm stuck in traffic i wish i had a large caliber, fully automatic machine gun and a gatling gun mounted to the front grille. when it's really bad, i think of RPG's. that's why i have the little pink pills.
Posted by: wickedwitch | March 05, 2008 at 01:15 PM
A 1949 Piper Clipper? Was the LearJet in the shop?
Posted by: Braniff77 | March 05, 2008 at 01:17 PM
the family should move to rural ND where they get to fly virtually anywhere without encountering anything or anyone.
Posted by: Rosie | March 05, 2008 at 01:22 PM
LMAO wicked...you and me need to partay, woman!
When it's bad, I'd love to be driving a tank. FULLY loaded.
Posted by: Siouxie | March 05, 2008 at 01:22 PM
Braniff77 --
Like many of the truly entitled, he keeps a winter plane so his nice plane doesn't get yucky in Chicago winters.
Posted by: Not my usual alias | March 05, 2008 at 01:25 PM
Just your average @sshole parent who refuses to let the kid learn from his own mistakes. Is it any wonder why so many kids are spoiled?
*Borrows the machete to wack this POS dad on the head*
Posted by: Texgal | March 05, 2008 at 01:31 PM
Thanks, Sioux. I feel so much better!!!!
Posted by: Texgal | March 05, 2008 at 01:32 PM
Anytime, Tex!
Maybe we should form a line (a la Airplane) and take turns whacking this ahole upside the head??
Posted by: Siouxie | March 05, 2008 at 01:37 PM
Is he a member of that golf club and did he at least yell, "Fore" as he came in?
Posted by: Lairbo | March 05, 2008 at 01:38 PM
Lairbo --
His reasoning was that no one would be on the 7th Fairway when there was a foot of snow on the ground. He flow over the area twice to look for obstacles or people before landing.
Posted by: Not my usual alias | March 05, 2008 at 01:40 PM
Fool. He should have flown the helicopter.
My husband has always wished that he had the power to give cars flat tires on demand. If they were really awful drivers, two flat tires. Pretty smart thinking if you ask me.
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | March 05, 2008 at 01:41 PM
Beam me up, Scotty!!
Posted by: daisymae | March 05, 2008 at 01:41 PM
I get to be June Cleever speaking in jive dialect.
Posted by: Texgal | March 05, 2008 at 01:42 PM
Sio & ww - I remember when my kids were little, and we would go on long car trips, I'd get so tired of the whining. I'd fantasize about a backseat paddle connected to the front seat like a tiller, and when I got tired of their whining, I'd push it back and forth and just beat the cr@p out of them.
Posted by: daisymae | March 05, 2008 at 01:46 PM
LOL, daisy! I think my mom wanted that, too!
NMUA, I know the communities of which you speak. You're right on the money (operative word being, of course, money)!
Posted by: DeskDiva | March 05, 2008 at 01:52 PM
When you are 65, sitting around waiting for change eventually effects the mind and distorts reality to the point of considering the possibility that giving in to schizphorenia is the better part of valor, or forcing oneself to watch one more unmeaningful post primary speech from Barack Obama.
Posted by: lil rascal | 01:10 PM on March 5, 2008
Wow, lil rascal, you're almost up there with James Manning of ATLAH with your Obama posts
Posted by: Merri Lee | March 05, 2008 at 01:52 PM
daisy, that is brilliant! Patent that and you're set for life.
Posted by: Siouxie | March 05, 2008 at 02:00 PM
daisy, again, this is where those little pink pills come in. one for the kid, one for you. everyone is happy and the kid will wake up, eventually.
Posted by: wickedwitch | March 05, 2008 at 02:07 PM
Kids these days!
Our dad just lowered the air speed & gave us a shove out the hatch!
Posted by: TuckandRoll | March 05, 2008 at 02:45 PM
Diva...Yep, I'm another Chicago gal. My mom taught at New Trier HS, and was astonished at the kids who wintered in Majorca, but had never been to downtown Chicago to the Art Institute because it was sooooo "dirty" and "dangerous".
Posted by: Betsy | March 05, 2008 at 09:52 PM