My Dad's Trip to Hell and Back

 

Remember this fantastic wardrobe that I found?

Well, getting it home became quite a saga.

I bought it at a store in Atlanta,

which was a bit of a problem considering

that I live 175 miles away round trip.

I called my dad from the store 

to see if he'd be willing to drive in 

with his truck and bring it back.

At first he said no.

Then I called back and begged

and he begrudgingly said yes.

I must have super persuasive daughter powers.

That and I'm just a little bit spoiled.

The thing is that my dad hates driving in traffic.

He'd rather have a tooth pulled,

slam his finger in the door,

or smell a dirty diaper than drive

in Atlanta traffic.

I tried finding an alternative

to picking it up to let him off the hook.

He finally accepted his fate

and last week he carted me 

on the long trek to fetch my wardrobe.

 

He wasn't happy about it

but he did it cause he loves me.

Riding in traffic is an adventure with my dad.

I tried to make casual conversation but he'd shout

"No talking! I'm driving!"

Once we got there and loaded it up

he relaxed a little bit

and actually made a joke or two on the drive back.

He braved construction,

big rigs, speed traps,

traffic, and miles and miles of road

all because he loves me.

My furniture is now safe and sound in my home.

Thanks, daddy.

You're the best!

Tune in soon and I'll share

with you the continuing saga

of my lovely wardrobe.