And He Never Called Back

My dad and I hardly ever talk on the phone but when we meet, we have long thought-provoking conversations. Actually, he yaks away about how wrong I have been in my life and I listen flipping channels on TV. He answers my call only when there is no one else at home to answer it and he cuts to the chase and utters the truth. One such time, he answered and here's how the conversation progressed and ended...

Dad: Yeah.
Me: Hello papa, how are you?
Dad: Fine, you?
Me: Not bad.
Dad: Your mom is out, I'll have her call you later.
Me: That's cool.
Dad: By the way, do you know you're useless? Honestly, is there anything you've accomplished so far that you are proud of?
Me: Ummm... yeah.
Dad: That would be?
Me: Er... any bar I pull into in my neighborhood, the bartender recongnizes me from the parking lot and has my beer ready.

*Click*

I couldn't have said that in person. He would have hung me on my neighbor's tree.