Lana has tagged me for another random facts about me meme. I was thinking that I didn't have anymore random facts but how can that be true? I am a walking enigma after all. But I am not going to come up with seven random facts, instead I am going to tell you a funny true story.
When my husband met my father for the first time, my dad gave him a nervous breakdown.
We had come up to NY for the weekend and were having lunch with my parents at a midtown restaurant. Da Man was so nervous his palms were soaking wet. Arriving at the table, my dad positioned Da Man right in front of him and proceeded to grill him like he was applying for a job with the title "Possible Husband Material."
The first question he asked was "What are you planning to do with your life?" Da Man started to babble inanely about his plans to attend law school and get a good job, etc. Halfway through his rambling answer, my father cut him off with a sharply raised hand almost in his face as he stated, "Enough! Next question, ..." Frankly, I don't remember the next series of questions, all I can remember is the sheer look of horror on Da Man's face as he sweated his way through a series of probing questions about his past, education, family background, ambitions, philosophy of life and the state of his health. I am sorry to say that my mom, my younger sister and I sat next to the showdown trying desperately not to laugh. With every stumbling answer, my father would cut him off, sooner and sooner, impatient with Da Man's awkward babble and anxious to ask all of his questions. Nearing the end, as all of us, except my soon-to-be husband, enjoyed our delicious lunches, my father asked the following question:
"What are Ellen's three worst qualities?"
I looked up with alarm to see my dad smiling a very enigmatic smile.
"Um, she doesn't have any," Da Man answered with a strained smile in my direction.
Before I could smile back, my father announced in a near shout, "Wrong answer!"
"Hey, Dad!" I was indignant.
"You shouldn't ask him such a question," I said with a reassuring pat on Da Man's arm. By this point, a nervous tic has appeared under his left eye.
"No, I'll tell him the right answer," my dad said bombastically. "First, bad temper!"
I looked at my dad in open-mouthed astonishment. By my side, Da Man nodded his head eagerly.
"Oh yes, I've witnessed it many times," he said, relieved to no longer be the focal point of my Dad's attention.
"Second, big spender," my dad continued as he paused to down his sake.
Da Man, rushed to refill my dad's sake cup, at the same time nodding his head so vigorously, he reminded me of one of those large headed bobble dolls. I began to fume.
"Third, too stubborn," my dad announced, extremely pleased with himself.
"DAD!" I said.
"It's ok honey," Da Man said soothingly. "I still love you."
And with that, my Dad and my soon-to-be husband shared a smile of perfect accord for the first time.