Dad's been gone just over 9 months now, but he still cracks me up sometimes.
Last night, I finished what I understood were the requirements for Stage 3 of the knife-throwing program I'm doing and sent in the video. Sadly, I was told that I had misinterpreted one aspect of the requirements, and would have to re-do it. (Mind you, at least 3 other people made the same "misinterpretation" that I did.
But I digress...)
So today at lunch, I went out and did a few practice throws, then in less than 5 minutes I had my new video with their interpretation of the requirements.
And as that last knife went home, I distinctly heard my father's voice in the back of my head: "Well, I guess you fucking well showed THEM, didn't you, boy?"
Thanks, Dad. :-)
And on that note... onward, to Stage 4!
Last night, I finished what I understood were the requirements for Stage 3 of the knife-throwing program I'm doing and sent in the video. Sadly, I was told that I had misinterpreted one aspect of the requirements, and would have to re-do it. (Mind you, at least 3 other people made the same "misinterpretation" that I did.
But I digress...)
So today at lunch, I went out and did a few practice throws, then in less than 5 minutes I had my new video with their interpretation of the requirements.
And as that last knife went home, I distinctly heard my father's voice in the back of my head: "Well, I guess you fucking well showed THEM, didn't you, boy?"
Thanks, Dad. :-)
And on that note... onward, to Stage 4!
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