When I got married almost two years ago I went through a lot of my daddy’s pictures to make a slide show for the Father/Daughter Dance.
I found lots of pics I’d forgotten all about and of course the memories came flooding back.
In the late 80s early 90s daddy had this smurf blue Toyota that he would drive to Alabama and pick me up in. My favorite times were in the summers when I got to stay a extended time. My daddy worked in retail during that time and I would go to work with him.
He worked in a clothing store at Avondale Mall, everyone knew him in the mall and I’d go from store to store visiting the managers.
One day I was at work with my dad and I guess I was bored, I picked up the phone when daddy wasn’t paying attention and dialed 9-1-1. As soon as someone on the other end answered, I’d hang up. I did this about three times, until finally an officer showed up.
I was sitting behind the counter and it was still early in the day so there weren’t any customers in the store. The police asked for the manager and daddy identified himself.
By now I’m scared, but still sitting quiet.
The officer told daddy they received several calls from this store and asked if everything was okay. Daddy looked at me and asked “Shaka did you call the police?”
I told him yes, he asked why and I told him because I was bored. (LMAO)
I was about 9-years-old and always bored. The officer laughed and told me not to do it again. Daddy popped my hand and told me not to do it again and that was the end of that. Later on my daddy said next time I do something like that he was going to let them take me to jail since I was so bored then he gave me this long lecture about playing on the phone with the police. Needless to say I never dialed 9-1-1 again unless it was an emergency.

Daddy and me heading to work in the smurf blue Toyota