My Dad has been a mainstay of understanding and support in the very colourful history of my life. His wisdom and financial support have saved me from an otherwise unpleasant past. Nevertheless, his generosity has had limits. I remember being in dire straits for cash (yet again) and having to contact Dad for another handout. I was so sheepish about it that I didn't even have the courage to call so I sent him an e-mail. (Ahhh, the cowardly advent of technology) It read something like this...
"Dear Dad.
Once again I am finding myself unable to make ends meet. As you know I have been trying very hard to keep my fledgling family afloat. Unfortunately, I am not able to make my bills again this month and I am facing eviction. You are the only one I have to turn to. Please send a check for whatever you can to help as soon as possible. Thanks again.
Dave."
His response came back as follows.
"You spelled 'cheque' wrong. You've been living in the United States too long.
-Dad."
He never did send any money. I came home.
See you in hell.
Shakes.
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