Thanks for the oldie but goodie. Reminds me of a time I went to pick up a girl for a date. Her Dad was cleaning his rifle in the living room, and I told him I didn’t know that particular model came chambered in that caliber. Turned out he’d had it made that way.
He really liked me, which was the kiss of death as far as the girl was concerned.
Yeah, most dad's really loved me and nearly all moms hated me because they saw me (correctly) as the man they'd always warned their daughters to be careful of -- but didn't quite know how to articulate that feeling without causing undying alienation.
That's why I'm sooooooo certain that God has a sense of humor, because he gave me a DAUGHTER that is a stone cold, drop dead knockout in the looks department. Brains too. So my nightmare that was her high school years was pretty horrific. I lived in dread of the young man who would one day knock at our door and who would remind me.... of....ME.