Dad Fight

Date: 1/17/2017

By boogieman85

My dad was telling me how to put the plates away from the dishwasher. I lost my temper and squared up against him. We almost fought - he also had adrenaline. We both kept our cool. I said, if you want to get on with me, you need to tell me what you need without it sounding so hierarchical, without it sounding like orders, otherwise I am going to fight you. I was in a fast food restaurant, telling the workers that because of mistakes made by management (to do with crop growth?) they would not be getting paid as much. The staff were laughing and rolling their eyes. A man in his 60s, undercover as a Nazi, was cheating at cards, while maintaining a debonair manner. We were about to launch an attack.