John's dad was large, dark, handsome and a tad overweight. He gave my hand a hearty shake and plopped heavily into the seat. He smiled at me in a friendly way, revealing six almost complete teeth. His flannel shirt draped open over a soiled t-shirt. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," it read. He caught me looking at it and laughed heartily. "Yeah, yeah. I read it to a lady friend at work and they sent me home for two weeks." He snorted, chortling on, "I guess you can't do that. Technically, it was sexual harrassment. 'S what the boss said. Was almos' worth it though." He leered at me and chuckled again, clearly cracking himself up.
I've worked with John's dad now for over six years and I always find him to be friendly and respectful, although lacking sadly in parenting skills. It certainly was the strangest beginning to a parent-teacher conference that I can recall.
Note: For obvious reasons, all names and places in this blog have been changed. Any resemblance to a recognizable person or place is just plain wrong!
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