So, we have this big house project going on. My contractor is my dad. The savings is tremendous but the other result is that I have to do things that I normally would avoid. For example, when we were working on putting in the concrete forms I had to help. I was hoping that my contribution would be going outside to deliver cold drinks and then making a mad dash back to the air-conditioned house. But it didn’t always work that way. There were times that there was no one else around to help and I quickly learned that delivering cold drinks was risky business.
I would be trying to hand over the drink and then I would get the order.
My dad- “I need you to go over there and hold that.”
Me- “Hold what? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
My dad- “You know that thing (insert technical jargon like oh, I don’t know, two by four?) while I go measure that other thing (more technical jargon, or as I like to think of it; blah, blah, blah.”
Me- “I still don’t understand. Do you mean you want me to get in the hole???”
My dad- “Yes.”
Me- “Uh, I don’t think that’s really girl stuff. Is there any way I could just make you a sandwich instead?”
My dad-“ GET IN THE HOLE!”
I reluctantly got in the hole, doing what I was told but the whole time I couldn’t help but think that it was kind of like the second crime scene.