A Gem From My Father

Dad: "Sophie, why did the woman at Lowes card me when I bought a can of compressed air?"

(Please bear in mind that he is SIXTEEN HUNDRED MILES AWAY)

Me:"I have no earthly idea, Dad. Maybe she thought you were cute."

Dad: "I'm sixty-two. I'm no longer cute."

Me: "Maybe she has a quota to meet. Maybe every can of compressed air sold must have proof of patron's carding. Like the till adding up at the end of the day."

Dad: "Well, what makes it okay for eighteen-year-olds to buy compressed air?"

Me: "Because the store can no longer be held liable for their actions after purchase."

Dad: "Sophie. It's not elephants all the way down." (Side note- WTF? I thought we were talking about compressed air?) "I can reason it just as well as you can. I just want to know why."

Me: "Well all I know is this is why nobody asked you when they were discussing this, or ten-year-olds would still be trying to huff compressed air."

Dad: "Do you think they leave the little needle on it when they huff it?"

Me: "No, because it would freeze your elephants off."

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