My Dad

Last night I went to do my job on the streets. It’s part of my duties to master my assigned section in the map as in the streets; so our Supervisor ask each one of my team for a certain information yesterday, last our. I do not question orders, because I’m assuming my sup is a great leader. So I drove along my sections and finished my work around 2:00 a.m., then I parked in front my parent’s house –where I’m staying for few days– instead of parking it in our neighbor’s garage, half block away, as I usually do. 

Next morning I was in rush for being on time, and ran fast as possible acrosse the street towards neighbor’s garage and jump into the car. 

My heart jumped when I saw it empty, and next second I realized what was happening and notice my car just in front of my parent’s house! Stoopid, I know! When I was in my car, just below the window of my parent’s bedroom, I heard a joking laugh, and turn my head up and saw my dad very amused with my stupid mistake, wich he had observed from the window. Mocking me (and making more obvious my goofy), killed my proud by saying:

–What’s up? Is or is not your car in the garage?

I can’t help to stop and laugh with my dad, just a second, before I went to the job. At the wheel of my car, driving to do my job, I was thinking: –Man, I’m blessed! I have my dad and a great relationship with him, plus my dad is so funny!