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Replying to DancingFires post re “judging a book by its cover” I am avoiding the housework by sharing a story.
Dads overalls are bright blue, covered in stains and dried paint and have the name “Bob” on the top left hand side. Dads name is not Bob! Dad found them by the side of the road, probably fallen out the back of a tradies Ute or Truck, and took them home, as you do!
He loves wearing them. In his working life with multi university degrees he was a senior Govt official wearing expensive suits, having a driver and a car even, dealing with multi millions, important foreign delegates etc etc so he rather liked being Bob on the weekends!
Bob always got asked advice when he was at the hardware store, Bob always got an extra large serve of hot chips at the fish shop. On hot days Bob would be offered a free cold drink, he’d always get a nod and a wave from fellow overall wearing blokes. Any time we needed a quote for work around the house, Bob would be getting the very reasonable price.
Years ago on a work day, traffic was really heavy. This day I was getting a lift in to town. Eventually we came upon a car broken down in the centre lane causing chaos.
Like Superman, Dad had his “Bob” outfit in the boot so taking off the suit jacket, handing me his fancy watch, wallet and fountain pen, Dad transformed into Bob.
Bob opened the bonnet. Bob got under the car. Bob fiddled about and got the car running again. Bobs work was done.
Later that day at the office a person commented to Dad “this morning there was a traffic hold up and as I went past there was a car mechanic who looked so much like you (Dad has very black hair and a rather full black beard) I had to look twice.
Dad smiled and said nothing.
Dads overalls are bright blue, covered in stains and dried paint and have the name “Bob” on the top left hand side. Dads name is not Bob! Dad found them by the side of the road, probably fallen out the back of a tradies Ute or Truck, and took them home, as you do!
He loves wearing them. In his working life with multi university degrees he was a senior Govt official wearing expensive suits, having a driver and a car even, dealing with multi millions, important foreign delegates etc etc so he rather liked being Bob on the weekends!
Bob always got asked advice when he was at the hardware store, Bob always got an extra large serve of hot chips at the fish shop. On hot days Bob would be offered a free cold drink, he’d always get a nod and a wave from fellow overall wearing blokes. Any time we needed a quote for work around the house, Bob would be getting the very reasonable price.
Years ago on a work day, traffic was really heavy. This day I was getting a lift in to town. Eventually we came upon a car broken down in the centre lane causing chaos.
Like Superman, Dad had his “Bob” outfit in the boot so taking off the suit jacket, handing me his fancy watch, wallet and fountain pen, Dad transformed into Bob.
Bob opened the bonnet. Bob got under the car. Bob fiddled about and got the car running again. Bobs work was done.
Later that day at the office a person commented to Dad “this morning there was a traffic hold up and as I went past there was a car mechanic who looked so much like you (Dad has very black hair and a rather full black beard) I had to look twice.
Dad smiled and said nothing.