<human>: Can you condense the text into a few key points?

So this just happened a few hours ago.

My father is a sack of shit deadbeat alcoholic and at this point I cant even look at him withouht becoming furious. However I still have to live around him for a little while so I just avoid eye contact alltogether and ignore his existance.

So this morning I woke up and walked downstair to make some breakfast. I make my way across the kitchen and start rumaging trough the fridge. In the end I decide to make some pourage so I go over to the dishwasher knowing that I'm eventually gonna need a clean bowl. As I bend down the wash room door opens and who I think is my father walks out and up to the sink. I hear a mumbled "hi" but I couldnt make it out or I was just too focused on trying to ignore him so I gave no reply as usual.

I turn away not even looking and start making the pourage. Suddenly my living room door opens and thinking it's my mom I look up. My dad walks out. I look behind me and the person that i just brutally cold shouldered is the repair man that I just remamber was supposed to come to fix out washing machine.

He was just finshed, washing his hands, and my dad started talking to him meanwhile I turned back to the stove in shame.

Worst part is that as the conversation between my dad and the rapair man unfolded the dude sounded like the nicest most cheerful person in the world. In fact he replaced 3 parts and wouldn't even take money for it because he siad it was a quick and easy job, arguing that the well made coffe my dad gave him was payment enough.

This is when fuckup number two happened. I was so hung up on my first fuck up and just frozen in shame that as he was bid his farewell going out the door once more I said nothing.

Cold shouldered twice. Didn't even thank him.
<bot>: I cold shouldered the worlds nicest repair man because I thought he was my alcoholic dad and now he probably thinks I look down on the working class.