awww, your dad is such a gentleman. From the old school.
Definitely old school. We were at a bar-be-cue place the other day, the kind where you bus your own table. He insisted on taking my tray back first but before he did, he gave me strict orders to leave his tray alone. He would take care of it.
People look at me as if thinking, “How can you sit there and make your old father do your chores? You should be doing for him, not he for you!” Because I love him, I take the scorn.