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My Dad, The Chameleon
My mom calls my dad the chameleon because he can blend in anywhere. He is at ease with the salt of the earth and silver spoons. When the county was building the highway by our house, many construction workers parked their RVs in our yard. My dad often cracked open a beer with them at the end of a long workday. When an everyday millionaire invited my parents to steak dinner, my dad graciously choked down a $300 glass of wine. It didn’t matter who you were, my dad saw you and made you feel included.
My dad is extremely extroverted. He can talk to anyone about anything. Even if he has no idea what you are talking about, he can ask questions or just listen or segway into something he can talk about. He might not always be comfortable with every situation, but he has learned how to make the best of it or find something to do with anyone.
My dad tries to know a little bit about everything so he could chit chat with anyone. Every night, he tried to watch the news, because current events are almost universal talking points. He knew a little about sports, local politics, business, etc.
Being a chameleon is great for running a business. My dad owns a trenching business; he fixes sewer systems and puts drains in cornfields. Since his work is a service, my dad relies on word of mouth for new clients. Most people don’t need my dad’s service more than once so he…
