Not because he didn't want his son to go to prom...but because of what the son told him he'd need.
A suit or tux.
Father: Wait...what? A boutonniere? Why are you buying a boutonniere?
Son: Because she told me that I have to get the flowers.
Father: But you just get the corsage thing for her wrist. You don't get your own flowers too son.
Son: But she told me to get it.
Father: I don't give a damn what she told you. She's supposed to get the boutonniere. Did you tell your mother this?
Father: What did she say?
Son: She said to call and tell you what I need.
Father: Oh really.
Then...the father went IN!
"I'm sick of this lil girl. I don't like her. She wants too much. My son doesn't have a job hell. His job is school. Know who pays for their dates? Me! I pay! They go to Chipotle. Her azz always wants guacamole. She too damn high class. She needs to be trying to work with him. Ask yo mama for some movie money sometimes hell. Always want snacks and shit. Know who pays for that $75 movie date? Me! I pay for that shit! When my wife and I were dating, she used to sneak in the snacks. Good snacks too. Like...she made an effort to help out somehow even if she wasn't paying for the tickets at the time. This lil girl here? Man...no. I ain't for all of this shit behind her high saddity azz. She wants a limo. Um...if that car I bought for him doesn't get yall there...I guess yall walking. I sick of her! Then they got the nerve to want everyone to show up wearing something nice to take parent pictures and shit before the prom. What kinda shit is that? I ain't going to prom! Watch...it's going to be a situation behind this damn prom shit hell."
Um...him mad. The boutonniere tipped him over the edge.
Dude has been pissed off royally since his son called about prom. He's decided that the girl is too high maintenance and his son is a fool for dating her. He doesn't have a good relationship with his son's mother so he can't talk to her about it and his wife told him to let it go and just buy the damn boutonniere cuz she's sick of hearing about it. BUT HE'S PISSED! The boutonniere is only going to cost him like $10 but he's mad about that $10. I listened. It was puzzling to me too that the young lady wasn't buying the boutonniere.
Did YOUR daughter buy the boutonniere? Did you? If you're a guy...did the girl you took to prom buy you a boutonniere?