Here’s another proof of my Dad’s corny jokes.
And by Jokes, I mean be ready to cringe.

I drove him to Tarlac this one time to see one of his clients.
He talked to the gentleman for a bit while I waited at the lot looking at the vehicles parked there.
One of them was a Chevrolet Truck and while I was checking it out,
Dad and his client seemed to have agreed on something and he asked us to wait for him
as he’ll grab something in his house.

Dad comes up to me and noticed I was looking at the truck.
He said, “Nice truck, huh?”
“Yes, it is.” I replied back.
He added, “Someone once corrected me by pronouncing Chevrolet as Chev-Ro-LET.
With the hard “T” at the end. It should be Chev-Ro-LEY.”

I stared at him waiting for the punch line, I asked “What did you say?”
“He said, “Well, I suppose we should call your Mommy Lolette, Mommy LoLEY.”

–You see it’s my Dad’s Birthday today.
And I try to share all these memories of him so he will never be forgotten.
I miss him dearly.

Happy Birthday, Dad.