I deserve a new truck
Around the beginning of my junior year of high school, Jeremy Roland got a new Ranger pickup. This triggered something in me that in hindsight made me a real ass, but regardless, such stories are what this site is for. I looked around my class and realized that I spent more time and effort working than anyone else, so I should not have to drive a piece-of-crap Blazer that only ran some of the time. When the Blazer didn’t run I had to drive the family van or Hughie’s Caprice Classic.
My parents did not pay me by the hour back then because they did not have the cash so I kept track of my time and knew they would make it right when they could. I figured it was time to pay up and I needed a new truck too. I looked around at my options and when I decided what I wanted I confronted Dad one evening while he was at the table eating dinner.
I approached cautiously and he asked, “What the hell do you want?” I just came out with it. “Dad, I deserve a new truck.”
“What the fuck do you mean?” he replied.
“I want to get a new truck.”
“Let me get this straight, I am driving a pickup with 250,000 miles right now and you think you deserve a new truck?”
“Yes…” It was about this time I began to catch on that I was being a little ridiculous. And then Dad did his classic, with both hands, hit his index fingers against the sides of his head and said, “You are fucking kidding me.”
I do not remember if anything else was said, but I know it ended with me putting my tail between my legs and leaving the room. I was disappointed but I got over it. Dad would retell this story at various times to show how ridiculous I was back then and I could not do anything but agree with him. I mean, there he was with a 6 year-old truck with 250k on it and I was saying I deserved one more than him. Sometimes kids need to get a taste of reality.