we can always rely on my dad
to lose his temper.
as kids, the 4 of us(2 sisters, a brother and me) were little fuckers, especially when we were forced to play together. fights were a daily occurence. i don't mean shouting fights, there are still gouges in walls and doors in my parent's house, due to us chasing each other with hammers, screwdrivers, knives, chairs, whatever we could lay our hands on.
anyway, we came up with a little trick that took advantage of dad's frankly terrifyingly unstable temper: we'd close the bedroom door almost all the way, balance something on top of it, then pretend to have a fight. when dad came roaring up the stairs to dole out parental arsekickery, he'd slam the door open, dislodging whatever we'd balanced on it, which would hit him on the head.
much hilarity and running like fuck would ensue.
our fun came to and end one day when dad's head was narrowly missed by the iron we'd placed on top of the door.
ah well, it was fun while it lasted.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Thu 25 Nov 2010, 17:50, Reply)