the things we did to dad

[BigBill]

The things we did as kids that made dad mad???

Dad built an awesome heavy work bench. With a Masonite top on top of a 2" x 12" planks. It was solid. Us four brothers had a new boy scout axe we kept near the bench. Every time one of us was down stairs near the bench it was our duty to chop a vee in the edge of the top of the bench. Two chops minimum. We had a good sized vee cut into the bench when the old man caught me swinging the axe. The four of us caught the wrath of the old man for sure. The 50's were great times for us not dad.

So what did you do as kids to make your dad mad??

 

[pharmer]

The worst was to borrow his tools to fix something and not put it back. I'd hear stories about the war in the Mediterranean and the Great Depression along with original tirade. Joe

 

[zelda]

l remember how mad Dad would get when Mom and l ''borrowed'' his razor

 

[arjay]

Used to borrow his tools and leave them in the house.The worst was doing that and leaving the door open on the tool box mounted on the side of the bed of his truck.He pulled out of the garage the next morning and took the garage door track with him [emoji56]

 

[Rastoff]

I can only remember angering dad twice. The firs was when my friend and I played hockey with two of his putters. We were 8 and had just come home from our first pro hockey game. We didn't know better.

The second, and more disappointing, was when I quit scouts before making Eagle. Now that I'm older I understand why dad was so upset about it. I wish I could go back and fix it for him.

 

[kozmic]

My misguided yoot culminated the morning after driving my father's the prior night. My father left for work at his usual 6:00 am and made it exactly 2 doors down before running out of gas.

In retrospect, I shoulda stopped for a buck of gas while I was out.

 

[Ματθιας]

My dad made his living with his tools. All the things that angered my dad had to do with them. The general annoyance was that I didn't put them back when I used them or when I did put them back, I didn't put them back in the right drawer. Not cleaning them after use. When I did use them I didn't use them properly; screw drivers used as pry bars punches. Using ratchet heads, handles of various tools as hammers ect. He banned me from his toolbox(es).

The other thing I had a habit of doing was taking things apart and not putting them back together. I just wanted to see how it worked...

 

[dave holl]

Dad took me fishing at Aurora Lake (Ohio) back in the 50's. Toward evening we were packing stuff in the car, leaving for home. He asked me if all the gear from my side of the car was accounted for and packed. Of course, without thinking, I replied "YES". Dad's wicker creel was on the ground and we arrived home without it.
I got scolded, but not beaten. Taught me a lesson to be more careful, and to be more patient with others when they screwed up.
Dave

 

[wyccad915]

I cannot think of a moment I did something to piss off my dad, although I know time will help me remember. For now, this is one that my sister was responsible for. As a kid, one time when they were at a fast food joint, my father offered to help my sister open a ketchup packet she was struggling with. She refused, and managed to finally get it open by herself, but at the expense of all the ketchup squirting all over my dad.

 

[soFlaNative]

Dad had a habit of unplugging his power tools if he needed to walk away for a short time. I had a habit of finger fiddling on/off switches. I was permanently cured of my youthful idiocy when Dad plugged in the router he was using to recess drawer pulls in an ebony desk.

 

[Peak53]

At about age 5, I abandoned Dad's fly rod on a sandbar next to Spring Creek. Guess I wasn't catching any trout and found something more fun to pursue, like grasshoppers. The reel got packed with sand and he had to send it in for service. I heard about that for decades. Thereafter, I was taught that one's reel NEVER touched the ground. If you had to set your rod down to change a fly, unhook a trout, or whatever, the butt end went in your hat. And that's all there was to it! I miss that man.

 

[carpriver]

My dad was a pipe smoker, when my brother and I were little we would pretend to smoke them and get spit in the bowl. he would get upset. But using his tools, not cleaning paint brushes, forgetting our chores, was bad enough. as I got older borrowing his car with out his knowing than getting caught that was a lecture I have not forgotten. The punishment wasn't bad, but knowing we/I disappointed him was worse.

 

[Peak53]

... The punishment wasn't bad but knowing we disappointment him was worse.

Yep, that "disappointed" thing was the worst

 

[Onomea]

I remember watching the late late show with my sister when I was about 12, and remembering, at about 0100, that I had left my dad's saw up in my tree house. I went out with a flashlight, climbed the tree, retrieved the saw, and put it back in its place in the garage before finally going to sleep.

My dad was okay with me using his tools, but the deal was I had to put 'em back in their proper places when I was done.

 

[rog8732]

I now know my Pop must have been angry with me many times, (and disappointed at my shenanigans too ), but the only time I feared for my behind's well being from him, (mom's job) was when I turned the button on the outside of the "johnny-house" with him in it.

He had worked about 20 days in a row on midnight shift, and it was a bad time to play a joke.

His yell was so angry for me to come unlock the "damn" door,(I had NEVER heard him cuss anything !) I ran and hid behind the barn, and was scared to go twist it unlatched.
He ended up kicking the door off the bottom set of hinges.

I heard him telling mom what happened through the opened kitchen window, and she, (always a little on the "devilish" side) got hysterical with laughter; and thank Lord, he soon joined her.

My Pop was the best of the best ! Long passed now, but I still think of him most days. Not sure I always had that much patience with my own two boys, but,.. they were better kids than me.

 

[jomommy]

My dad chewed Skoal. When I was a teenager I bought him a can for his birthday. He was appreciative, but didn't know I had taken out half the tobacco and replaced it with dried horse poop. Fortunately he has a great sense of humor because I didn't tell him until after he finished the can.

 

[chief38]

I once took his car for a ride around a State Park while attending a Boy Scout event - I was only 14 at the time and was with my best friend at that time. When I pulled it back into the parking space, he was standing there with his arms crossed over his chest with a look that is still engrained in my head. He did not even bother to ask me where I learned to drive a stick shift car. That's about the maddest I'd ever seen him. If memory serves I was grounded for months!

 

[chief38]

My dad chewed Skoal. When I was a teenager I bought him a can for his birthday. He was appreciative, but didn't know I had taken out half the tobacco and replaced it with dried horse poop. Fortunately he has a great sense of humor because I didn't tell him until after he finished the can.

Man...... that's a mean one!

 

[zzzippper]

I existed.

 

[venomballistics]

Well, being underage I opted to try my hand at wine making, rather than resort to the more common straw purchase means of ethanol acquisition.
The operation was fairly sizable for the space I had in my room.
Poo happens as we all know, and one of the several glass gallon jugs burst, making a lovely liquid mess that I promptly cleaned up.
Unfortunately, much of this batch leaked through the floor, taking a one in a million route along a joist, and collecting in the bowl of a light fixture in my father's cabinet down below.
This went unnoticed for a few weeks, allowing me to finish the covert booze production operation, and move on to stashing the goods.
Well, a good portion ended up at the thanksgiving dinner table.
You see ... I was summoned to his den and he turned on the light, when this lovely burgundy light streamed fourth....
"Son .... you wouldn't have any explanation about how this light ended up full of wine. Do you? "
I knew I was busted, but replied" I'd like to have that explained to me just as soon as you figure it out"
in retrospect, I think I would have rather responded with "IT'S A MIRACLE"
we only live once.