“When I was about 13-years-old, my family had saved up to take us to Six Flags Over Georgia. It’s about a two-hour drive away from our house, so we left early to get there as soon as it opened so we wouldn’t have to fight any crowds at the gate. As we pull into the parking lot, we find a decent parking spot in an area that’s already packed. As we start to pull into the spot, a car of four 20-something-year-olds, cut us off and take the spot.
‘Okay, whatever!’ we think. Life happens. But no. To add injury to insult the driver then gets out and yells ‘What the heck you gonna do about it OLD MAN?’ and points at us but more directed towards my poor dad.
His buddies all have a good laugh and head to the gate. I can tell my dad is steamed but he keeps his mouth shut. We find another spot and as we are heading to the gate, my dad says he’ll be back and walks off. Fast forward to the end of the day. The park is closed and we are the last group of people leaving the park. We hopped in the car and lo and behold, as we are leaving the parking lot, we see the same car with four flat tires, and four ticked-off guys just sitting there. My dad drives by them and without missing a beat, rolls down the window and yells ‘What the heck are you gonna do about it PRICK?’ as we drive off into the sunset. That’s my dad for ya.”
