My Dad, An Enneagram Type Eight - A Near Fight
My Dad and his lady friend were sitting on the grass at an outdoor concert, when suddenly this group of people start to stand up in front of him. They were moving their stuff around for whatever reason, but going slow at it, laughing, chatting, while my Dad was trying to enjoy the show.
My father is disabled. Honestly, with him and his 8 nature, he would disagree with me and say โCr!-ppleโ, call it โCr!ppleโ, none of that woke shit. ๐
However, I am not my father. And I prefer to use the word, โdisabledโ.
Anyway. So this group of people are blocking my Dadโs view.
My Dad nonchalantly says, โHey, down in front.โ ๐ฟ His wordsโ he says itโs what they say in baseball โพ๏ธ. But whatevs, I can see where heโs coming from. And heโs my Dad! Heโs not being a jerk about it. Itโs nonchalantly.
This random dude, that was off to the side of the group of people, he wasnโt with their party, but he comes at my Dad.
The conversation goes like thisโฆ
Stranger: You fuckingโ (cuss words and badgering at my Dad)!! โAsshole!!
My Dad: Oh, what the fuckโs your problem? Huh? โ (more angry cuss words are thrown around).
Stranger: What the fuck are you doing, sitting on the ground, this is a standing section!!
The men continue to cuss each other out. The guy was getting ready to physically fight my Dad.
My Dad finally goes: โIโm cr!ppled!โ
And the man is in shock, taken back by what he heard my Dad say. He backs away and leaves the area. Only but a minute later, he comes back to approach my Dad once more, standing and bending over him, and he harshly whispers โFuck You.โ To my Dad, before disappearing off into the crowd again.
I am just in shock hearing this, but also it doesnโt surprise me. Iโm in fact delighted that my Dad was telling me this story (obviously he was okay)(Also-TYPE 8!!!!). But shock, shock, shock! ๐ซข
My Dad says to me, โDonโt worry. I would have bashed his face in with my cane.โ
















