What is This? $h!7 on Jim Day?


My dad was under a lot of stress with having to correct everyone about everything and them making redo stuff. It is a hard job to prop up the whole world when the world resists it. He was working long hours and providing for us and we were just lazing around, playing and demanding payment every time we turned our hands. That was his actual phrase 'every time you turn your hands' that meant made any miniscule effort when translated from the native Floridian. We would make fun of the phrase by dramatically turning our hands palm up to palm down when he had turned his back and say one dollar, two dollars, quietly of course. He would imagine criteria by which he expected us to live by and then not tell us about it but be really mad when we had not done the thing that he had only made up that day in his fevered imaginings as he drove alone in his truck. Whenever he came home riled up and furious at our lack of effort towards the projects he imagined that day he would call us Jackasses and Jennies ( a female donkey), Ape heads, and Sons of Bitches. We really liked that last one because by inference he was calling our mother a bitch and we would tell her really loudly that dad was calling her a bitch. He would then ask us in angered tones, “What is this? Shit on Jim day?”. I need to make perfectly clear this is not a story about the one time this happened, it was formulaic and hardly even varied in phrasing. Like a solemn right that had to invoke the proper words to activate some arcane power he would ask, more or less weekly, for years if this day was in fact 'shit on Jim day'. Of course it was not officially shit on anyone day but my brother and I would often solemnly confirm to each other with pursed lips and knowing nods, and out of my dad's perception that it was, as a matter of fact, shit on Jim day. This little piece of repetitious theater went on for about four or five years and then like any long running show, even the classics, it had run its course and my dad retired the act and the phrase and I have not been asked what day it was in that specific manner since I was 17 or so.