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Back when young ScaryDuck worked in the Dole office rather than simply queuing in it, he had to deal with a claimant brought in by his mum. She did all the talking. He was 40 years old.

Have you had to deal with over-protective parents? Get your Dad to tell us all about it.

(, Thu 10 Sep 2009, 15:13)
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Spanner Chasing Mormon Madness
I have been told that my dad is 'one scary dude'. He means well and he is a lovely bloke once you get to know him but he does have a tendency to intimidate people and he also has a bit of a short fuse… these personality traits probably explain how the following took place…

It was in the summer of 1995 and I was 12 and footloose and fancy-free. I’d been off school for a week or so and was enjoying the sun and learning how to rollerblade, all was good in my life. My older sister was spending her time in a different way. At 15 she was also on her summer holidays but frequenting any pub that would let her in and also spending a great about of time stoned and playing cards on a mates front lawn... such was life in The Dreaded Fens. The house next door to her friends wasn’t your usual house - From what I understand it was referred to as a ‘Mormon House’. The guy that owned the house would go off on holiday each year and have a group of American chaps fly over, they would housesit for him and also wander around town trying to get people to read the Book of Mormon and convert them. Now seeing as my sister was spending a lot of her time on her mates front lawn it wasn't long before she befriended one of the guys next door. His name was Todd and he was nice. He spent a bit of his time playing cards with her and her crazy friends, he came around our house a few times too and met me and my brother and was just a genuinely lovely bloke. He’d taken quite a shine to my dad’s motorbike which he was in the process of ‘doing up’ and gradually spent more and more time around our house.

Religion had been brought up once or twice by Todd and my dad had said that he wasn’t interested in discussing it (he has many issues with religion which would make a long post even longer so I won't go into the details, lets just say he was religious and now isn't). He was more than happy to have Todd around talking bikes etc but didn't want to be preached to and certainly didn't want his kids being preached to either. Todd said fair enough and that was that… for a bit. Towards the end of the holidays another guy started turning up with Todd and he was, how can I put this… a bit of a weird one. He’d taken a bit of a shine to me and spent a lot of time trying to get me on my own to press me about my religious beliefs etc. I casually mentioned this to my dad one night and he wasn’t too impressed. The next day Todd came round and my dad explained all, Todd understood and said he would speak to the guy who as it turned out was Todd’s sort of superior. He felt bad as did my dad for putting him in a bit of an awkward situation but he wandered off quite merrily to sort things out.

That night my dad had just left to work nights and I was in the house with my mum when the doorbell rang - It was the weird one. Not looking for an invitation he marched into our house and sat down on the sofa, pulled out the Book of Mormon and started telling me and my mum all about it. My mother being too sweet to say ‘piss off’ sat down next to me generally looking quite scared and was talked at by the guy for about an hour. Eventually she managed to get him out of the house by taking two copies of the book off him. He said we should read it and he would be back in the morning to talk further.

Well he did come back the next day, and my dad was waiting for him, on the driveway, with his bike leathers on, a spanner in one hand and the copies of the Book of Mormon in the other… I have never in all my life seen a man look so scared or run as fast as the guy did that day.
(, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 13:47, 4 replies)
Your Dad isn't a biker.
He drives a far superior vehicle.
The Honda Accord.
(, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 13:52, closed)
Sadly not, although if he had one, that would have been a-mazing. Then he could have totally driven over the guy, pinned him up against a wall and beat him with a brick.
(, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 13:58, closed)
Your dad is ace
there's nothing wrong with the fens btw.
so long as it isn't Wisbech ;-)
(, Tue 15 Sep 2009, 11:17, closed)
I apologise, you are correct, the fens are okay so long as you're not in March, Wisbech or Chatteris... :D
(, Tue 15 Sep 2009, 11:29, closed)

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