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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/HeidiHole1234 on 2024-07-21 02:53:50+00:00.
This is a story my dad told me a while ago about one of the outings he had with his brother in-law, we'll call Kyle, many years ago. He didn't provide too many details, but it's just enough to share this story.
For context, my dad and my uncle Kyle were very different people. My dad was very much a DIYer who learned a lot about how to try to fix things himself and what to do if something happens with tools, like nails, hammers, fishing hooks, etc. My uncle Kyle was the opposite. He was one of those people who just paid other people to do things for him or just complain when he couldn't get his way. Basically, never let other people tell him what to do if they weren't trained professionals.
One day, my dad and Uncle Kyle went on a fishing trip because my mom and aunt wanted them to hang out more and get some "bonding time" in. They didn't really have much in common except for their wives being sisters and having kids of their own.
During this, uncle Kyle somehow managed to get a fishing hook through his thumb with the end of it poking out. Uncle Kyle started screaming and rocking the boat, yelling "THIS HURTS SO MUCH! CALL AN AMBULANCE!! NOW!!" My dad said "you know, I know how to get that hook out of a finger, it happened to me before. What you need to do is get a pair of pliers and cut the hook part off and pull it out of your--"
Kyle: "I DON'T CARE! I'M INJURED!! TAKE ME INLAND, FIND A PAY PHONE, AND CALL AN AMBULANCE!!"
Dad: "Are you sure? I have the tools to--"
Kyle: "NOWWWWWW!"
Dad: "Well, if you insist."
So Dad rowed the boat to shore, found a pay phone, and my uncle Kyle called for directions to the nearest ER. My dad drove them both there and my dad waited patiently in the waiting room for uncle Kyle to come out. Not ten minutes later, uncle Kyle came out with a bandage on his thumb and a scowl on his face (which was pretty much his resting face). Before the doctor went back to his area, my dad went up and asked him how they got the hook out. Turns out they did exactly what my dad was going to do: cut the spikes off the end of the hook and pull the thing out slowly. The only difference was that it cost my uncle Kyle $200 and an "I told you so" from my dad. My dad said that after that, they never did any solo trips ever again. My uncle blamed my dad for the whole ordeal, even though he was the one putting the hook on the line (he was fine, he just complained about everything).
Miss you, Dad. Thanks for a fun story to share