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The Boat Show was a lot of fun.
It all began with a typical Wilde family roadtrip. Dad had set a departure time of 10 am. Before I tell this tale, let me just say that if we ever needed Dad to take us/meet us somewhere when we were kids, we always gave him a time that was at least 45 minutes earlier than we actually needed him.
8:30 am. Cat Pee and I discover that all five doors of her vehicle are frozen shut, thanks to the thunderstorm with +9C temperatures of the day before that was followed by snow squalls and -10C temperatures later in the evening.
8:40 am. We manage to get enough doors open to load our luggage and ourselves.
8:50 am. We discover that the Driver's side door refuses to close.
9:00 am. We pull out of the parking lot with me sitting in the back seat holding the door closed and set out in search of Dad and his heated shop.
9:10 am. I deduce that tying the door closed would have been a better plan. Too late now.
9:20 am. Arrive at Marina. Dad fixes door with the magical elixir known as WD-40.
9:30 am. Cat Pee wisely decides to go to her office and do some work while Dad and I get the truck loaded.
9:40 am. Dad discovers that the tailgate of the truck is frozen shut. Cat Pee calls to tell me that one of my clients can't get in to their database.
9:45 am. Dad bangs on tailgate with various heavy objects. I call client and begin troubleshooting.
10:00 am. Dad gives up on caveman act. I determine that client is moron who can't locate his "My Documents" folder.
10:05 am. I back truck into shop aided by Dad's hand signals and wincey "OMG she's going to hit something" faces.
10:06 am. I do not hit anything.
10:10 am. Dad fires up the blowtorch. God, I love this man.
10:15 am. I take over the blowtorching once we establish that Dad can't really see what he is doing.
10:20 am. Success! The tailgate is open.
10:25 am. Still trying to figure out how to turn off blowtorch.
10:26 am. We either successfully turn blowtorch off or it runs out of fuel.
10:27 am. Begin loading truck with Boat Show supplies and luggage.
11:00 am. We hit the road and go to pick up Cat Pee.
11:02 am. Dad realizes that he forgot to get new windshield wipers. We turn around.
11:10 am. Arrive at auto parts store. I look at height of truck and realize that we will have to return to the Marina so that I can stand on a stepladder to change the wipers.
11:15 am. Auto parts guy comes out and changes wipers for us because he knows that Dad no longer has full use of his right hand. Yay!
11:20 am. We hit the road and go to pick up Cat Pee.
11:25 am. We arrive at Cat Pee's store.
11:35 am. Bitch calls shotgun so I resign myself to 1.5 hour ride in backseat of pickup truck. Dad turns on the country radio station "just like you remember it, honey". I curse the day I wrote about my memories of being on the road with Dad.
Next stop, Toronto!
It all began with a typical Wilde family roadtrip. Dad had set a departure time of 10 am. Before I tell this tale, let me just say that if we ever needed Dad to take us/meet us somewhere when we were kids, we always gave him a time that was at least 45 minutes earlier than we actually needed him.
8:30 am. Cat Pee and I discover that all five doors of her vehicle are frozen shut, thanks to the thunderstorm with +9C temperatures of the day before that was followed by snow squalls and -10C temperatures later in the evening.
8:40 am. We manage to get enough doors open to load our luggage and ourselves.
8:50 am. We discover that the Driver's side door refuses to close.
9:00 am. We pull out of the parking lot with me sitting in the back seat holding the door closed and set out in search of Dad and his heated shop.
9:10 am. I deduce that tying the door closed would have been a better plan. Too late now.
9:20 am. Arrive at Marina. Dad fixes door with the magical elixir known as WD-40.
9:30 am. Cat Pee wisely decides to go to her office and do some work while Dad and I get the truck loaded.
9:40 am. Dad discovers that the tailgate of the truck is frozen shut. Cat Pee calls to tell me that one of my clients can't get in to their database.
9:45 am. Dad bangs on tailgate with various heavy objects. I call client and begin troubleshooting.
10:00 am. Dad gives up on caveman act. I determine that client is moron who can't locate his "My Documents" folder.
10:05 am. I back truck into shop aided by Dad's hand signals and wincey "OMG she's going to hit something" faces.
10:06 am. I do not hit anything.
10:10 am. Dad fires up the blowtorch. God, I love this man.
10:15 am. I take over the blowtorching once we establish that Dad can't really see what he is doing.
10:20 am. Success! The tailgate is open.
10:25 am. Still trying to figure out how to turn off blowtorch.
10:26 am. We either successfully turn blowtorch off or it runs out of fuel.
10:27 am. Begin loading truck with Boat Show supplies and luggage.
11:00 am. We hit the road and go to pick up Cat Pee.
11:02 am. Dad realizes that he forgot to get new windshield wipers. We turn around.
11:10 am. Arrive at auto parts store. I look at height of truck and realize that we will have to return to the Marina so that I can stand on a stepladder to change the wipers.
11:15 am. Auto parts guy comes out and changes wipers for us because he knows that Dad no longer has full use of his right hand. Yay!
11:20 am. We hit the road and go to pick up Cat Pee.
11:25 am. We arrive at Cat Pee's store.
11:35 am. Bitch calls shotgun so I resign myself to 1.5 hour ride in backseat of pickup truck. Dad turns on the country radio station "just like you remember it, honey". I curse the day I wrote about my memories of being on the road with Dad.
Next stop, Toronto!
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