#RealLifeSuperman "A-vo!"
"Hey, Daddy!"
We just got off the phone twenty minutes ago.
"Have you eaten dinner? You're Mom made pulled pork. There's a lot of it."
"Nope. Not yet," it's only 5:55pm.
"Do you want some of this pulled pork?" #TheSilverFox yells something inaudible from the background. "How many people are at the house?"
I decided to stop at Jeff's instead of braving the flooded roads in north Shelby County.
"Daddy, it's just me right now, but Jeff will be home. Nick will be home. Melodie won't eat meat. But I don't need you coming back out. You're gonna break Mom's 'only leave the house once-a-day rule.'"
My Dad will leave in and out of the house all day to run errands. If he needs a specific car part he'll run to Auto Zone. He'll come back home. Then he'll make another trip to get tomatoes. He'll come back home. He'll leave again to run to Lowe's or Home Depot. My Mom only likes to combine trips; out for errands and then home to read or exercise.
"We've already broken her rule," he chuckles because he knows he's gotten away with and she's given in to multiple trips, "and we've both been out of the house twice today runnin' around. Karen?" he yells in my ear. It's unusual that he uses her real name. He usually calls her 'Boog,' as in short for Booger. Quieter, he asks, "Go or not?"
She yells something else inaudible from across the kitchen, sounding like an adult from Peanuts cartoons.
"Who's gonna eat all of this pulled pork if y'all don't take it?"
"And there is wild rain, and crazy drivers, and flooding, and y'all don't need to be out in it..."
"I'll see you in a few minutes," he abruptly hangs up.
Forty-nine minutes later, my parents arrive at Jeff's front door with an entire BBQ pulled pork dinner including Hawaiian Sweet Rolls.
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