My father tells me I have a warped sense of humor.
Last week, I was working at the HVAC company and my father told me he had a job for me to do. I followed him into his office and he tried to explain about the repair job. He said it was a new customer, and he wanted to make sure she had a good technician doing her work. He wanted me to go to the house and give her an estimate on the work she needed done. When he said walk this way, I knew he meant to follow him into his office, but I copied his walk. The guys all starting laughing and even the receptionist couldn’t help but laugh. He turned and gave me what I call the evil eye and I acted like I had done nothing wrong. When we got into his office, he told me I had to give him more respect when we were in the HVAC office. He was my boss and the owner of the HVAC company and not his dad. When I saluted and said yes sir, he didn’t look him impressed. As I was walking out, I turned around and called him Henry. He gave me an odd look and said he was my father, and I reminded him we were working and he was the owner of the HVAC company and I was an employee. He rolled his eyes and told me to get out of his office. The receptionist laughed and told me I was either going to get fired or disowned, and I shook my head. I told her he loved me too much to do either.