American History

... here's one to cheer you up:

I once owned an MG midget. I could only park two cars where we lived, so I rented a space that used shipping containers for units. I liked the guy and the office was just blocks away and I paid him in person every month.

One month, the girls (6 and 8) wanted to come along.

The park had a little granma house in the woods style style office and quarters. When I pulled in my oldest said, look daddy, the fairies and elves live there. I kept quiet - the owner was a midget, about 3' tall and kitted and tatted out like a mad dawg biker.

When we went in the girls were amazed, they'd never seen an adult the same height as they. They were quiet and kept watching the guy while I paid him and we gossiped. Then his son came out from the back and at 14 was about as tall as I. I could smell the gears in kid's head strip and smoke.

We settled up, he went to other walk ins and we went to the car. They were quiet until we got to the street, and one of them asked, "Daddy, who was that boy?"
"That's his son."
A few moments of whine of stripping brain gears.
"How could that be, daddy?"
"Easy, he's a block off the old chip."
My wife about lost her mouthful of ice tea.