Polar Plunge
Ok, so I convinced my dad to do the polar plunge at this super awesome festival called Frozen Dead Guy Days. Well, it was so windy that year that the warming tent wouldn’t stay up, so their solution was to have an old ambulance be our place to get changed out of our frozen clothes.
My dad got in there and decided he didn’t want to be packed in like a can of sardines with a bunch of strangers. His solution was to walk a quarter-mile up the road to a cafe to change in the bathroom.
I’m pretty sure a mild case of hypothermia set in, because he was messed up once he got to the cafe and was in the bathroom for ages. Eventually, I went in there and he was still in his wet clothes. I ended up helping him get dressed, but I was struggling hard with buttoning his pants.
It was even more awkward cause he was free-balling it. Well, sure enough right as I was on my knees, face level at my dad’s junk, some Karen barged into the bathroom, angry because someone was in there forever, only to see what was (in her mind) going down.
Of course, I’m stupid and my only explanation was to blurt out, “It’s okay! He’s my dad!!” She bolted so fast out of there. Story credit: Reddit / thats_up_top