33 years of working in mills means my dad is hard of hearing. But rather than asking "Pardon?" he just spits out whatever he thought he heard, in the form of a question.
Like just now:
Dad: "Supposed to be a nice day tomorrow, 23 degrees."
Me: "Ooooh it went up a degree!"
Dad: "You want to buy an effigy?"
Other gems include:
Me: "It's Ryan Phillippe."
Dad: "Who's that?"
Me: "He's an actor. He was married to Reese Witherspoon."
Dad: "He was made a new citizen?"
During one of our many milk debates (I like skim, he likes straight whipping cream):
Sam: "Can't you just put Creamo in your skim?"
Dad: "Don't you wanna put a staple in the tent?"
Dad was talking to Will about Will selling his truck:
Dad: "What are you going to do with $2500?"
Will: "Go to the Phillipines."
Dad: "Build a guillotine?"
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Hahah awe you're dad's so funny!
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