Hello, My Name Is....
Wednesday night, my parents and sister, Rachel, were in town for my sister's orientation at U of I. Rachel registered for classes, got a tour of her dorm, and convinced herself that she's ready for college.
Anyway, I went to dinner that night to Chili's with my parents and sister. When we arrived there, my sister and mom noticed that my dad still had his nametag on from the orientation events. They kindly encouraged him to remove it, suggesting that the nametag wasn't exactly fashionable. My dad smiled back at them and said, "I kind of like it." Then he proceeded to keep his nametag throughout our entire dinner at Chili's.
At first, I was kind of like, "OK, Dad, you're kind of lame." But then it hit me. This wasn't about my dad's fashion sense -- he knew it wasn't the coolest thing to wear. This was a statement. My dad was saying, "I'm 53 years old and confident in who I am. I don't care if I'm wearing a stupid nametag."
Well done, Dad. Well done. By the end of the meal, I was loving that nametag.
posted by matt @ 3:54 PM
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You see THIS is what we need more of. More people pushing the limits of silly social norms. Mr. Ahrens I salute you.
Yes, I join in the praise. Your dad doesn't need an iPod to be cool. When I'm a dad, I'm gonna tell my kids how crappy pop culture is everyday. I'll pine for real cartoons, like G.I. Joe. I'll sing Earth, Wind, and Fire to their mom. I'll make fun of everything that has to do with MTV.
Indeed.
A great Father's Day salute.
Here's to you Mr. Ahrens.
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