I went to a party with my girlfriend when I was 18. We had a good time at the party, but when we came out to go, my little red sports car had a flat tire. Somebody didn’t like me and put a hole in my tire. It was 3:00 am, the usual time for shutting down parties since that’s when the bars closed in New York at that time. I was stuck without any way to go. I went back in the house and called my dad. Being a good dad, at 3:00 in the morning, he got in his company car and drove out to pick me and Karen up. Karen lived on the country roads up behind on the way to our house, I assumed my dad was going to drop Karen off first and then go home with me and him. But he’s surprised me he drove straight home. Me and Karen were in the car and he handed me the keys to the company car. Perfect, he knew I wanted to make a stop along the way with my girlfriend.
That’s a great dad.