Thanks for the straight line.
And speaking of straight lines, at Dad’s yesterday, I bit into a roast beef appetizer. Unfortunately, Dad had rolled some blue cheese into it. I hate blue cheese. As I expressed surprise, Dad asked, “You don’t like blue cheese?”
I replied, “No, it tastes like I’m eating mold.”
Dad, in all seriousness, answered, “Blue cheese is mold.”
Silly Dad. I knew that. It isn’t funny if you have to explain it.