My parents kept bugging me to prepare my Resume, SOP and academic transcripts in time for my dad to take them to
A Secret Asian Location...........(yes its the same place)...... and I kept delaying it.
On D-Day, just when my dad's stepping out of the house, my mom remembers that I need to give my dad the documents and I step towards the computer saying "Wait a sec, I'll print them out". She starts a long
..... and she's very eloquent... series of lectures. In between, she says "The banana vendor was asking for someone to help him out. Let's talk to him tomorrow"
"Tomorrow, the driver isn't coming in to work
... looks like you're not interested in your future, so let's pay you for something you are moderately capable of doing. And you're going to use the uniform
... he's the same height."
And so on.
We drop off my dad at the airport and leave the airport. The tirade continues. Midway thru a really juicy set of expletives, her phone rings. It's my dad. He forgot his passport and it's too late to go home and get it. His trip's cancelled.
Poor dad.
Now it's his turn