Personal story while getting dressedfrom @jessoliviafox

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One time, my dad threatened to kill the manager of Dairy Queen when we were going through the drive through because he didn't get what he wanted. Hi. I'm Jess. I'm 42. I like to what I want and show you that you can too, but I also got some pretty good stories. So let's get dressed to spill. So I was in, like, sixth grade, I wanna say. My mom was really sick. She better had strep throat or mono or something along those lines, and she was, like, laid out in bed with fever. Finally got to the point where she wanted to eat something, and she asked my dad to get her a Better Blizzard. And although my parents, like, hated each other, they also didn't at the same it was a very complicated relationship. So my dad was determined to get my mom a Butterfinger Blizzard. So as we're going through the drive thru, my dad ordered the Blizzard, and they inform us that they actually get rid of all the ice cream at 9PM. And from nine to ten, they just have the grill and, like, the bars that you can buy because it takes a really long time to flush out all of the cream and ice cream and clean it for the next day. So he gets irate, or a blizzard, what do you mean? It worst kind of my dad's No. So he decided to get bigger and louder and more aggressive. I got the opposite of that and smaller. I remember I shrunk down. I slid. I slinked off of the seat into the passenger side under the glove box, just mortified of what was going on. So now tier in the drive through. There's other cars in the drive through. My dad is fully out of the truck at this point and screaming at the top of his lungs. Again, he's a very large man. Funny enough, they didn't listen to his demands and send the probably, like, 19 year old kid that was the manager out to meet him. And he kept just getting more and more mad that this guy would not come out and fight him because in his mind, that was how to settle this clearly. Tier very smart employees of Dairy Queen, stayed inside, locked the doors, called the cops. And I guess my dad didn't wanna go to jail that night, so we decided to finally leave the F had bad dodge before we got arrested, only to go home empty handed still with no blizzard. Just, a core memory that I will never ever forget. I hate being embarrassed now. My dad embarrassed me so much when I was a kid. There was the trauma too, but there was also just embarrassing things. Like, we walked out of Denny's one time all there's, like, eight of us in a huge party because this bacon wasn't cooked the right way. And he made all eight of us, like, stand up and march out of Denny's mortified. So being embarrassed is, like, my least favorite emotion. People who think it's, like, funny to kinda, like, play jokes on people and embarrass them in place I hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Being embarrassed. Yeah. That was a short quick story. That's it. That's the drive that's the Dairy Queen drive through. I promise next week that no matter which one you guys pick, if you do pick a dad one, I'll pick the next most popular one that doesn't have to do with my dad because I'm not trying to overwhelm this with dad tier. But he's there's so many good ones. He he was an asshole, but at least he kinda made it interesting. You know? Alright. This is the fit. By the way, I love these new bags that we added. Jenna, the other half of feral slut, hand designed this. This is like hand carved, not just hand drawn. It's hand carved. So we also have it in stickers and cups and other things as well. Alright. Hope you enjoyed the story, and I will see you in the next one. Bye.