Then she asks the question, "What's your son like?"
My dad rolls his eyes like he's winding up a fastball. "He doesn't give a shit what anyone else thinks of him. The first car he bought with his own money was a Festiva. He drove it until it had a quarter of a million miles until someone T-boned him. He moved up to luxury -- an Escort. I think he's on his third one. He's never traded in a car, they have to get wrecked from under him. He sees people with SUV's and stuff. He's not a car guy, he doesn't care. Someone looks down on him, he ignores them. He's a computer geek, he loves animation, he loves to draw, and the strongest thing he drinks is TEA."
She looked taken aback. "Wow. That's pretty different."
I said, "You're not the first person who's said that."
The discussion was just shocking to me because not only has my dad not really held me in any real regard before, but all these things he initially regarded as stupid seem to have become testaments to my character in his eyes. My, how things change.