My Dad for sure. He doesn't live with us now, but when he did, he was so emabrassing. :oops:
I remember one day when we were driving to the grocery store, some out of state person was parked in the fire lane in the little driveway to the shopping outlet, so he pulls next to the car, puts down my window, and starts screaming "yo what are yaa doinnn? you can't pawkkk heeya! It's a fiyaaa laneee! I'm a Lincoln fiya-fighta! you gotta move!" In his lovely Mass accent. He kept yelling at the person for 5 minutes until he finally drove off and parked in the parking lot.
I also remember one time when we were going to the go-kart track with one of my Cousins, he parked on the side of the road in-front of a Family Friends ice cream place where all the Teenagers he hung out with (A lot of them were also my Brothers Friends) were sitting at a bench and he blared "the sign" by ace of base and Frankie Valli's "Oh what a night" over his speaker thing he uses for when he's on duty at the fire department. After the songs end, he was like "Hey guys enjoyin ya ice cream, yeahhhh? Hey bum, say hi to the guys! Come on, bum! Hey corey, wave to Amanda for meh!" (bum was one of his nick names he had for me). I was pretty embarrassed because half the guys sitting at the bench a few feet from our car were waving to me and hooting. I was 12 or 13 then.
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