A couple weeks ago, I meant to brag on my dad because he helped me change my tire when it went flat at work. For some reason, the blog didn't post, and I didn't realize it until the following Monday when I came to post another installment of "Swordsman." Anyway, my dad's awesomeness didn't stop when he changed a tire. Nope. He's capable of far more awesome things than that.
But first, let me back up a couple of months.
I've known since my first day at work that my co-workers are kind of a crazy bunch. Most of them say they go to church, but few of them act like it. There's the overworked assistant manager who will let out a random shout late at night just so she can stay awake. There's two quiet people, the delivery driver who decided to tickle a manager and literally had him on the floor with laughter, and whoever decided to put hot dogs through the pizza oven. And then there's this guy, whom we'll call Tom.
At first glance, Tom is a nice, friendly guy. He's always smiling, he's upbeat, and he remembers things. If I mention one day that I'm in speech class, he'll ask me how it's going three days later. This was a bit surprising, considering that he's somewhere around 70 years old. He neither looks nor acts 70, but he's apparently rather slow on his deliveries.
On my first day at work, he said to me, "I'd ask you out, but I'm guessing you don't date people your grandfather's age."
I thought that was a bit creepy, so I brought it up with my mom that evening. She assured me not to worry about it, that it was probably just a compliment that sounded better in his head. So I let it slide and went on with my work.
Tom was still very friendly, but he kept doing and saying things that creeped me out a bit. He gave me his phone number so that I could use him as a "professional reference." He grabbed my shoulders and tried to take a bite out of the pizza I was eating. But it wasn't until a client called and said that Tom had been flirting with his wife that I started getting nervous.
Tom didn't pick up on the cold shoulder I was giving him. "You're going to make a wonderful wife and mother," he told me one day. "What are you looking for in a husband?"
My parents insisted everything was fine until I told them he'd given me his phone number. Then, they both freaked out a bit. And this is when my dad went into Superhero Mode and decided to go to Domino's and have a little chat with Tom.
He called the manager first, to make sure it was okay. Luckily, the manager has daughters of his own and was perfectly fine with Dad's plan. I checked the schedule I'd taken a picture of to see when Tom's next day of work was. And on that particular day, Dad put his Glock in his back pocket, donned his cowboy boots, and talked some sense into Tom.
Tom has been avoiding me like the plague since that day, and I couldn't be happier. He's still friendly--he's answered a phone for me when I was prepping food, and he opened the door to the walk-in when I had my hands full with a bucket of sauce. But between Dad's chat and my ever-ready harsh glare, I think I don't have to worry about him anymore.
Thanks, Dad, for helping me out. You're the best.
What's the nicest thing your dad's ever done for you? Let me know in the comments below! God bless you, dear readers, and don't forget to Like us on Facebook!
M. J. Piazza is a Jesus-loving, dog-walking country girl who just so happens to write books.