Dad has been joking about his age on and off. By that I mean, he would accuse me of being old, and I would accuse him of being old, then he would accuse other people of getting old. According to Dad and I, being old means forgetting things. I always forgetting things to the point where I can't remember things to save my life, for example, homework. As for Dad, he would forget the little stuff, like his phone or glasses or his coffee.
The other night, when Dad was driving me home from work and he noticed that this car had a bag full of groceries on top of the trunk, but, nobody was around to carry that bag back into the house. So Dad pointed it out to me and said, "they waste their time and money for grocery shopping and they left it outside? Man, who is getting old now?"
Yesterday, Dad and I were working dinner and when two nice guys come into the restaurant and order one beer. Dad accidentally gave them two beers. Dad was like, "Oh you didn't order two?" The two guys were nice enough to take the beers after Dad rejected their offer to take the beer. Dad, the non drinker, said, "Sorry, I don't drink." I overheard the conversation while I was trying to eat my dinner and I'm like, "what's going on?" The two guys offered Dad a drink, they explained to me. I straight up said to Dad, "you're too old to drink." Then Dad said, "It's not that I am too old to drink, I'm just not old enough." LOL
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