Otis is a little tied up, so I’ll throw this week’s Time Waster out there. Here’s the context:
It’s a hard knock life, as Annie said. Sometimes, life comes at you fast, and we learn lessons the hard way.
For today’s time waster, what was your youthful sin, and how did your parents handle it?
Mine was a little reap-what-you-sow, but what was yours? Life lessons are some of the best lessons, so have at it in the comments.
I was probably seven and raised my voice at my mom. My dad spanked the shit out of me. I have never disrespected her again.
Mine was similar but I was in the 8th grade. Dad didn’t spank me, he punched me in the head. As I lay on the floor looking up at him and the ceiling, he calmly explained that if I thought I was man enough to disrespect his wife (my mother), I had better be man enough to whip his ass.
Same result.
Too many lawyers frequent these comments for me to list some of the dumb shit I pulled in high school.
I was 12 or so and smarted off. My dad hit me on top of the head leading with his UGA class ring. Left a goose egg on top and an impression inside my skull.
When I was 4 years old I criticized the offensive coordinator of our high school football team, The OC was running to many screen passes/tunnel screens. The OC was my father.
Is that you Drew?
I never did anything wrong, and that was disappointing to my father. My younger brother did enough for both of us. 😇
I hung around a pretty wild crowd in Athens and did a lot of things I shouldn’t have. My friends and I still laugh about some of them but there are others I just shake my head over and wonder how I could have been such a stupid asshole.
I got my comeuppance from the ACC PD, ironically for something incredibly petty. I missed a court date I didn’t know about for a traffic ticket I had contested more than a year before. ACC issued a bench warrant and I wound up spending the night in jail – after the cops stripped me, hosed me down and put me in jail duds. Real horseshit, but I’d done plenty worse and hadn’t suffered any real consequences so I guess karma was calling. I called my mother from jail to hire an attorney to bail me out. She was furious. At me.
I wound up on the hook for legal fees and the subsequent fine (of course the judge didn’t rule in my favor). Every penny I made working full-time that winter break went into my mother’s bank account. But because I never wanted to experience anything like that ever again, the incident did make me get my shit together.
That I did or got caught?
I went to a party at age 15 and drank 3/4 of a bottle of shitty tequila in about 30 minutes. Got sick as a dog, and I’m lucky I didn’t end up in the ER. I straggled home very drunk at about 2 am. My dad had a small cinder block cottage that was a 2.5 hour drive from our house. He woke me up early and had me drive to the cottage to perform some menial task. I think it was to turn off the water supply. I drove to my buddy’s house and he drove to the cotrage while I slept. I was still miserable with a horrible hangover, but it could have been worse.
I was a model citizen. And thank GAWD that there was no such things as cell phones or social media around in the late 80’s/early 90’s to prove otherwise.
Who is that speaking above?