Karen Kilgariff

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I'll tell you right now.

I'll tell you right now.

I love that. I'm going to do that. I'm going to hide $20 somewhere. Yeah.

I love that. I'm going to do that. I'm going to hide $20 somewhere. Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, my God. Pandemonium.

Oh, my God. Pandemonium.

Hello. All right. Money found story. Love it. Okay. This is called Your Classic Florida Dad Near Kidnapping Story. Hmm. Hey, MFM. I've been meaning to write this in for so long, and finally I decided it was time. I grew up in a small town in Florida with my two amazing parents in the late 90s, early 2000s. My parents raised my sister and I like a classic 70s, 80s family.

Hello. All right. Money found story. Love it. Okay. This is called Your Classic Florida Dad Near Kidnapping Story. Hmm. Hey, MFM. I've been meaning to write this in for so long, and finally I decided it was time. I grew up in a small town in Florida with my two amazing parents in the late 90s, early 2000s. My parents raised my sister and I like a classic 70s, 80s family.

Think latchkey parenting with giant house parties on school nights. This included my dad taking me to his favorite local bar for happy hour when my mom took my sister to her ballet classes on Friday night. Wow. On this particular Friday night, my dad was drinking at the bar while I sat by myself in the, quote, kids corner. In the bar? Yeah. But it's Florida. You know what I mean? Yeah.

Think latchkey parenting with giant house parties on school nights. This included my dad taking me to his favorite local bar for happy hour when my mom took my sister to her ballet classes on Friday night. Wow. On this particular Friday night, my dad was drinking at the bar while I sat by myself in the, quote, kids corner. In the bar? Yeah. But it's Florida. You know what I mean? Yeah.

And sorry, the 80s in Florida? This is the late 90s, early 2000s. But everything was aged.

And sorry, the 80s in Florida? This is the late 90s, early 2000s. But everything was aged.

Right. Well, she's alone. And then she says where they had an old, basically empty toy claw machine and a race car game. So the parents could ignore the kids all they wanted. Let's just throw some shit in the corner. And they're like, that's a kid's corner. I'm minding my business, driving race cars when a tall, thin man came up to me from the back door beside the claw machine.

Right. Well, she's alone. And then she says where they had an old, basically empty toy claw machine and a race car game. So the parents could ignore the kids all they wanted. Let's just throw some shit in the corner. And they're like, that's a kid's corner. I'm minding my business, driving race cars when a tall, thin man came up to me from the back door beside the claw machine.

He proceeded to tell me that my dad was outside waiting for me and had asked him to kindly come collect me to go home. I was probably about six years old and somehow my six-year-old brain told me that this guy was full of shit. I looked over at the bar and saw my dad still standing with his friends, completely unaware of what was happening.

He proceeded to tell me that my dad was outside waiting for me and had asked him to kindly come collect me to go home. I was probably about six years old and somehow my six-year-old brain told me that this guy was full of shit. I looked over at the bar and saw my dad still standing with his friends, completely unaware of what was happening.