chefdaddy

how my dad knocked down my wall

I was gone for a week on a service trip. I had a whole in my plaster in the wall by my bed, it started off just a little hole then grew to look like Illinois and eventually like Africa. I thought it looked cool in an old decaying sort of way so I never fixed it. While i was gone he decided to fix it. He bought some patch stuff and he had a little tack hammer to tap on the wall to see if there were anymore bad spots that he could fix while he was at it. He said he tapped around a bit and the tapped up at the top of the wall "tap tap tap tap" and when he did that the whole wall came crashing down on him and my bed and all my shit. He had a week to do it while I was gone but didn't get to it til a bout an hour before I got home so all this happened about ten minutes before I walked in the door. I come in to a big hug from my mom then she says "be nice to your dad he didn't mean for that to happen" I said "what are you talking about? and where is he?" she said " in your room and he feels really bad". So I cruise up stairs and when I get to my door I see still a cloud of dust and my dad standing there surrounded by rubble and plaster and posters. He is covered in grey dust and just staring at the wall shaking his head. When he sees me he gives me this look of befuddled disgust " I don't know what happened, I just tap tap tapped and woosh it was all gone...". At that point I couldn't be pissed at all and just started laughing and that made it ok for everyone else to start laughing at it too. We laughed and carried 40 some bags of plaster to the curb and picked my good stuff out of the rubble while my dad just stared at the wall muttering "tap tap tap". And so now any time one of my brothers tells the other about our plan to attempt a home repair that should be simple but is probably beyond us we say "tap tap tap" to each other and we know that we have been warned.