On the way home tonight, we stopped at our local corner store so I could jump out and buy a lottery ticket with our favourite numbers.
The sixteen year old youg lady working the counter brightened when I told her what numbers I wanted. She knew those numbers! "Wait, this is totally for your dad, riiiiight?"
"Those numbers? This is for your dad!"
"Umm, my husband."
"No no, your dad, that gray haired guy."
"Yeah, MY HUSBAND."
"No, the old guy."
"MY HUSBAND. Can I just have my ticket???"
"Fur sure. Hey, tell your dad I said hi."