#3

I was in the kitchen making lunch today and dad was 10 feet away in the office on the phone, shouting into it as usual, talking to some company about I don't know what.

Allow me to mention that his corner of the office comprises of an L-shaped desk where piles and piles of crap scattered work papers lie in a muddle of which no desk space can be seen.

So I'm focusing on making lunch, and I hear him shouting, but I'm tuning him out as per usual so that whatever ridiculous thing he's shouting about doesn't mess up my zen, when all of I sudden I hear my name being shouted. He has on his, "I need your help." voice. I'm working on making the perfect sweet potato dish, so I was going to take my time in replying, however, 6 seconds later I hear my name being called in a, "I need your help immediately!" voice.

I walk into the office and dear old dad is trying to conduct some sort of deal over the phone because he has his phone in one hand, the other hand is searching under the piles of crap paper in front of him, and his face is wearing this baffled/aggravated expression. He asks the person to please hold, and then says to me:

"Where is my credit card?! It was here a minute ago!!!"

By this point I'm standing right next to him, watching him get all upset while he spins back in forth in the swivel chair trying to figure out where the hell his card got legs and ran off to without his permission.

It took me all of one second to point to the fugitive credit card laying at his feet.

He picks it up, shakes his head, furrows his brow
and confoundedly says, "Thank you!"

Mom happened to witness this episode.
As I walked away we exchanged, "Holy hellfire Batman! Sumting dun gone wrong wit dat man ovah dere!" glances.

True story.

His poor brain disappointed him.
It was, after all, right there a second ago.
The card. Not his brain.
Well... That, too.