I love my dad. He's the best man I know! That said...he's also annoyingly forgetful. His mental efficiency is waning. Perhaps it's just his age, or perhaps it's the cocktail of medication he takes to keep his heart running that's done his brain in. Either way, the comedy (or horror depending on how you look at it) he creates every day, I believe, should be shared...and relentlessly mocked. Cheers!

Thursday, April 25, 2013

#8

Dad is in the Lion's Club. There was a meeting on Monday.
Earlier in the afternoon I helped him print off some papers to give to someone and he had placed them in a manilla folder.
He left for the meeting.
Three minutes since he's left, and he walks back in the door.

Me: That was quick.
Dad: I forgot my wallet!
Me: Ha! Okay. Did you get your papers?
Dad: Yep!

He walks back out the door and leaves again.
Five minutes later my phone rings.

Dad: Are those papers there in the office?
I walk to go look...
Me: Yes! I asked you!!! I asked you before you left if you had them!
Dad: I know! I thought I'd put them in the car!
Me: What is wrong with you?!
Dad: I don't know!!!

I happened to be leaving for somewhere so I drove to meet him so he didn't have to come all the way back to the house for his papers that he could've got when he'd come back for his wallet but didn't because he thought he'd already put them in his car, when in fact he'd just imagined that he had.

Poor fella.



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