Well…with a bit more action, actually, in the form of a guest appearance.
Today, I went to deposit my graphics card for repair. To know more about the history of my card, read A Story series and History Repeats Itself . Anyway, it was 3:30 PM when I proposed the idea to Dad. He agreed, and didn’t seem bothered with the fact that the service center shuts shop at 4.
Were in the car by 3:35. Drive…drive…traffic…tense…boring…tense again…reached…3:42 (no kidding). Anyway, parked the car in a hurry and dashed to Mansarover Building. The lift was funny. We got in at the ground floor, and it first went to the basement, where no one got on, then to the ground floor again, 2 people got on, and the first floor was a prank as well.
2nd Floor – Get out of lift, turn right, turn left at end of corridor, do the same again and get in line behind this queue of people.
Showdown
The guard, a little guy, doing his duty, said that time was up, and they weren’t accepting any more stuff. Dad got a call, and I lingered around for some time, knowing that he would handle in his trademark manner. Finished the call, and got in line, gently got himself to the head of the little gaggle of homo sapiens, and then when the guard refused to let him through, promptly lost it.
Dad’s really good at playing the role of a frustrated and disgruntled customer, as was demonstrated in the Story series, and yet again, all hell broke lose. Unfortunately, this time I was witness to this.
‘Twas scary.
I’d hate to be in the shoes of that poor guard. But Dad simply had to make a scene to get it. God! The decibel level was amazing. He got the attention of the manager in no time, and got in as well. 
I was dead scared that maybe the problem was with my motherboard, and that Dad created all that fuss for no reason at all. But thankfully(?) the card didn’t work when the guy tested it. I hope they don’t give me a 6600GT 256MB GDDR3 again, because I think there’s something wrong with that series or there’s a compatibility issue with the card and my motherboard.
Well, I’m ready for another month long wait, but I’m hoping that Dad can shorten considerably. Typically, I’m a nice guy, and hate shouting and fighting. I still have a lot to learn from him.