Burpee, Carpenter & Hutchins Funeral Home

THE DOOR

Dad taught me how to golf.  What a blast we would have!  Of course, after a round of golf, Dad and I would head for the bar.  This time, we were in Fairfield PA.  We stopped at a little joint (as Dad would say it) and bellied up for a bloodmary.    Unfortunately, again, there was a Jerk there.  The ladies room was calling my name and I got up to do my business.  When I did, the Jerk said some very disrespectful sexual comments about me and slapped Dad on the back.   Needless to say, Dad’s face went purple.  Fortunately, I heard the guy make the comments and I was ready for what was coming next. 

Dad got up, turned around and said:  “That’s my daughter you ***”.   Well, if you knew my Dad, you can imagine what was going to happen.    I surely did.   So, I held the exterior door open knowing the Jerk was going through it and not by his free will either.  Dad got ahold of this guy like a ragdoll and literally threw him out the door.  The man kept yelling:  “Man, I did not know that was your daughter!” 

Dad had one thing to say:  “Diane, thanks for saving the door, I only brought so much money on the trip”. 

That was the one time I held the door for Dad.

Diane