Fourth International Puns

When I was a kid, my dad was a road worker. One of those guys who turns the signs when they're building bridges and filling potholes. You know, speaking of potholes they fill those with tar and gravel mixed together. Pretty incredible. Anyways, He really worked his ass off you know? Getting up early, usually before dawn. He'd sit there, rub his eyes for a while. He liked to drink coffee. Usually Folgers, with a little splash of international delight. Anyways, he'd trudge off with his steel lunchbox and come home late at night. Mother dearest would rub his back and tell him what a hard worker he was, they'd go into the basement and make macaroni and cheese sounds all night while we slept upstairs.

Well one night, dad came home. He had been fired! Why was he fired you ask? Well. He was stealing. I said "There's no way my dad was stealing!" Not my dad, the man who once at three hard boiled eggs and donated the fourth to a man downtown. No way no how....but one day I went back to my childhood house. My parents still lived there, after all, who can afford a new house in this economy? Well I went into the basement and it hit me. Dad really was a thief. All the signs were there, I just never saw them.