He is a scottish old gentleman and does ridiculous things when he's drunk. Like shit in a garden trench...
I'll set the scenario:
My family had been out for lunch whereby my mother and dad got rather/very drunk. Upon arrival at home, we proceeded to watch tv, when my dad randomly walked out the room. After about 5 minutes I asked mum if I should find him. She just said "fine." So I went outside and searched for him.
Now, we have raised garden trenches outside (don't worry, we live in the middle of the countryside), where we grow plants and whatnot. After I yelled "Dad! where are you!?" I got the response "Here!"
So, naturally I followed the sound of his voice, around the corner, to be greeted by my father sitting on the edge of the trench, pants around ankles (he was covering up his manhood thankfully).
The conversation went as follows:
"Dad...What the hell are you doing?"
"Taking a shit! What does it look like!?"
"Errrr....I'm going to go inside now."
As soon as I got inside I burst out laughing, from the surrealty of it all.
So yes, that lone action earned my respect of my father.
EDIT: He's also a very nice guy who encourages me to get drunk
