I was out in Biggar today taking care of some business. I managed to get there by 9am and had a spent the better part of the day hanging out with Dad. It was great.
At 10am, like clockwork, it was time to go for coffee with 'the boys', down at the Auto Body Shop. You wouldn't think that would be the place to have coffee, but it is in Biggar. In fact, Dad said there are usually 10 or so guys everyday. So how was coffee you ask? - Imagine a grungee old body auto shop (nothing like the dealerships body shops here in the city - you must imagine filth, dirt, car parts, cement floor, 70's style office equipment and the like) with a tiny little 'coffee room', (I suppose you could call it that - there was a small table, a microwave, an old fashion coffee pot, and a few cups) 4 men (60ish in age) and myself, on old wooden chairs (that you would find in an old hall - like the Elks or the Legion) sitting around drinking coffee and discussing FoxPro and other interesting tidbits, like the gun registry - that was coffee. And it was awesome.
Sometimes I really do miss living in a small town. Weird, I know.
BTW: Sorry for all the brackets
6 comments:
Aawww. You made me miss my dad. Whenever I go home we go out to the coffee shop together. They go to an actual restaurant now since they moved into town, but when I was growing up we had coffee in the repair shop in the nearby village.
Those were good times. Glad you got to hang out with your dad.
What a great morning! It is funny how familiar that sounds to me. Dad would bring me to his buddy's repair shop for morning coffee now and then. Now I miss my Dad too. Way to tug at the heart strings :o)
I am sensing a trend here. I wonder if this is some sort of Dad obligation... taking his young daughter to a greasy auto repair shop for coffee.
Those are the same guys, I'm sure, who were told by my ex's Da that I had cancer, because I had my head shaved. That being said, I love coffee row, too.
But i really think you should have capitalised more on being out "in Biggar today takin' care of bidness".
If you must know, the bidness was my taxes. I didn't really think it was all that interesting. Other than the huge refund we are getting - but I don't like to gloat about that.
The IRS is giving me back $31. Joy.
I had a very witty reply all lined up last night, but Blogger told me it was too busy with something called "main tenants" to bother with posting my post.
Something about your family being the major leaders of organised crime in Biggar, and your da being the leader of that particular crime 'family', and you coming home to reap the spoils of nefarious vicissitude or something.
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