This weekend I realized that I’m one of those bad do-it-yourselfers. My father is the handiest guy ever. There was never a car problem that he couldn’t fix.
The reason I developed into a household liability rather than a handyman, is because my father couldn’t stand to have me around while he was fixing things. I was a total spaz of a kid bouncing off the walls of the garage while he had his head under the hood of a car. He’d get so frustrated by me that he’d make me sit in the car while he was working on it.
Once he asked me to turn the key to see if the engine would turn over, so I honked the horn. I thought it was going to be funny, but after I saw the hood of the car shoot up in the air, I began to reassess my judgment. I was pretty horrified, my dad looked like he was really hurt… so I locked the doors.
My dad spent the next hour with his arm in the crack of the window trying to grab me while I screamed. That was pretty much the end of me helping dad out with the do-it-yourself projects. And that’s why I suck at fixing crap around the house.
Hope to see you guys in Phoenix with George Lopez this weekend!
