Its not a bloody taxi!

[Hazy111]

Just remembering the bizarre behaviors of uNpd dad.

We had a family car. Mother didnt drive and father didnt drive to work and we were obviously too young to drive  Apart from shopping and holidays once a year and journeys to visit the odd relation, what was the purpose of the car?

If we ever dared to ask for a lift somewhere as we got older, we were met with  "Its not a bloody taxi" , so learnt not to ask and he obviously never volunteered to take us anywhere.

Later he did allow me to use it to visit a girlfriend, but it was such an issue i mainly got the bus.

When he finally got rid of it, the guy couldnt believe the low mileage considering the age.

[p123]

Ha ha my Dad would be like that....

If he ever learned to drive. Never did. Too much hassle. Easier to get someone else to do it for him.

I remember once him telling me I must be rich filling the tank (£80). I really don't know what he thinks cars run on!

[Hazy111]

It was about control. It was his car and he decided how it was to be used.

He also used to spend ages parking it in a small garage at the back of the house, you could barely get out of the car once parked. The door paint got chipped from constantly banging against the garage wall. I said why not park it on the road in front of the house. "No, it could get stolen" Stolen! It was worth tuppence. He could of course had a new garage built. He could afford it.

That car was never parked in front of the house. PDs often have co morbid compulsions and obsessions.