Fathter’s Day Memories: Dad’s Drivers Training
As Father's Day approaches, two amusing stories run parallel in my mind, regarding my dad...and my son.
When I was 16 years old my dad took me to the DMV for my driver's license's test. I flunked it. I was furious at the instructor and so was my dad. But he didn't go back in to the DMV to "fight" for my case. Instead we drove home in silence...but not until dad called that instructor every name in the book - in the privacy of our own car. I knew that if dad had gone in and caused a commotion in the DMV office, it wouldn't have change the outcome, and I learned a lesson from my dad that day about "choosing your battles".
Not too long ago I had the opportunity to offer the same kind of support to my son, who was relocating from Nashville to Madison. The truck rental company left him high and dry at the lat minute and failed to provide him with a car-tow dolly, creating a situation that required some last minute travel changes. Fortunately my son built in a couple extra days as a contingency plan in case anything went wrong (which it did). On the drive back we both spent some serious time griping and bitching about the ways things work out regardless of how well we may plan. After the long weekend and a good night's sleep, he contacted the rental company and negotiated a favorable compensation settlement.
They say the acorn doesn't fall far from the tree.
That kid is going to be a great dad someday.