Dad Story #2

I know I'm gonna butcher this one, but here goes:

My Dad's previously mentioned finely honed sense of justice is clearly piqued by cars and traffic-related issues.

In this episode, my Dad was walking on the sidewalk, which if you know my Dad, is actually quite rare for him. Anyway, his inexperience as a pedestrian had nothing to do with the fact that a car, while attempting to enter a supermarket parking lot through a driveway on the sidewalk, nearly ran him down. The driver was clearly in the wrong and my Dad clearly knew it, so he let him have it with a barrage of screams and curses. There was a lesson to be learned.

The driver emerged from the vehicle, all 6'3 250ish pounds of him. Apparently he had had a bad day and his patience was in short supply. He started screaming and cursing back at my father, and eventually challenged him to a fight.

If there's one thing my Dad's not, it's stupid. He responded, "What, do you think, I'm stupid? You'll destroy me in a fight. How about a reading contest? Let's have a reading contest to settle this."

To which the large driver retorted, "I had a 3.4 cumulative average at college."

My Dad threw his hands in the air and said "You win."

There was no fight or reading contest. Even when my Dad loses, he wins. Or vice versa. Or something.