So, on Tuesday I went home to tag, title and license the truck. Dad and I decided to grab lunch right quick before he had to go to work and that is when it happened. UGH! Yep another Godsmack.
I am standing in line at Planet Sub and I have already ordered and I say "and whatever he wants..." and dad orders. I go to hand the guy my card as my dad is throwing twenty at him. The guy looks at me and flat out takes my dad's twenty. I am pissed because I was paying for lunch to say thanks for dad taking me around to help with my truck.
When I ask the guy why he took dads money he said "Because he is a gentlemen".
WHAT! REALLY?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME!
Yes, that was my first reaction. Then as I sat there waiting for them to bring out the subs I began to think. Which, as we know, is never good. But it occured to me that I was fighting with my dad over a sub sandwich. Not because it was devastational to me that he paid, not because I didnt appreciate him paying, but just because, because, yep, that was it, SMACK!
Why did I need to fight with him over a sub sandwich. He was showing me he loved me one of the ways he always has. But I always seem to fight with him about it because I feel I have to.
I feel I have to because he has spent 30 years taking care of me and I was always pissed about something. I was mad about his job, I was mad about a lot of things and I never just said thank you. I never once just let him do something without making a big deal of things.
I do this with all guys because I dont want them to take care of me, because, as my 4 year old niece says, "I can do it myself". I should just back off and let them pay for the sub and see what happens.
I chose to make an intentional decision about letting guys help, letting them pay and not feeling bad about it.
Thank you Planet Sub cashier guy for the Godsmack.
1 comment:
dad a gentlemen ha lol he's more of a pain in the ass most of the time lol :P
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