On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, I go to the restaurant so I can get a ride with Dad. Yesterday, I was running late because that's the side effect of taking public transportation in San Francisco. Dad parked the car near this bookstore that is just outside the train station. I see a cat just chilling on one of the book displays that faces the window.
Me: "Dad! There's a cat in the bookstore."
Dad: "CAT FOR SALE!!!!!!"
That still cracks me up even now. I just laugh my head off out of nowhere and people around me just go "errr o.o"

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