My husband went golfing with my dad yesterday. In the course of the day, Dad showed Matt his hand, whereon the words "No More," were inscribed. Matt said, "Is that a real tattoo?" Dad said, "Forty
dollars worth." For those of you who don't know my dad very well (which I think takes in pretty much all of you), "No More" makes sense. Why? Because my father has anger management issues. My dad, who is about to turn 69, is the only person I've ever even heard of who pulled a cop over to tell him (the cop) that he was speeding. In fact, I think Dad referred to it as, "Driving like an asshole and getting paid good money for it."
My father goes absolutely stark-raving gonzo at the drop of a hat. What brings it on? Anyone who questions his authority or his supremacy at the top of his perceived food chain. We're descended from hearty Norwegian stock, and I believe the correct ethnic term is "Berserk."
He completely pitched a looney fit the day Matt and I got married. The lady at the wedding chapel dared defy him when he asked for an itemization of the charges to his credit card. All of our wedding guests were seated in the chapel, I was standing there in my wedding gown, and my father was shitting a kitten in the lobby. My soon to be mother-in-law said to Matt, "Who is that man?" Matt claimed to have no idea, but the jig was up when I was walked down the aisle.
So, no more indeed.