The headline is visible, but so is the ad that showed up. Okay, you got me Google, I do love the daddy. |
First of all, I should say my parents know me best, with my Buzz Lightyear a close second, my brothers a reasonable third, my teachers a close fourth, and my classmates a distant but commendable fifth behind them. Still, when it comes to me calling my dad an idiot in a fit of rage, it seems ol' Google knows me best.
I say "Ol' Google" because they've been around since before the beginning of time. Not "all time" but all of "my time" which is everything I've ever known of. I'm a seasoned veteran of nearly three-years, and they've been around at least twice as long, so they've got something going for them that I don't.
For one thing, they've got shareholders and an IPO that made Pets.com look like nothing more than a witty sock puppet at the super bowl half-time. I don't have those things, but I do have pajamas, a new potty chair and better puppets than that one -- who I think fell from grace and pushes credit counseling or some such sad thing these days. Oh puppet dog, where has your glory gone?
I was upset when I wrote it, and that much I can admit. I was tired, wanted my way and couldn't have it, so I told the daddy-man through a fit of tears that he was an idiot. I thought I meant it at the time, and maybe I did, who can say for sure, but I think Google got me best by the ads they slathered about my article.
I said, "Daddy is an idiot" and Google put an ad for, "I love my dad," which is something I say much more often than that he's an idiot, even I can admit that, and I'm a dude.
It's not that I don't love, and it's not that I don't tell him as much, but when I'm tired and I don't get my way -- which happens rarely, maybe only four-times a day) -- I can get pretty lippy. This lippy has been a bit heart-breaking, so I hope the Daddy-man gets a chance to read this in lieu of the apology that will not come.
This isn't an "I'm sorry" so much as an "I'm hmpgh hmmmrm" which is the same thing, but abashedly mumbled. Beggars can't be choosers, and when it comes to daddy getting an apology, he's far more beggar than chooser.
So thank you Google for making my apology on my behalf, and that's it, I'm done.
Above - You can see the headline as well as the ad they showed. Okay, yep, you got me.
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