(dad story) interior design is for girls

I arrived at the restaurant tonight (for the third night in two weeks — the first couple times were to help paint the walls and doors) and my dad sees me, and again, because of his uncanny TOTAL lack of Sherlock Holmes skills, asks, “What are you doing here?”

“It’s nine PM. Think about it for a minute — why would I be here right now?” (Though I personally have adapted Latin hours for my own meal times, I would have to say most of our customers have not.)

“I have no idea. What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to help put up the wallpaper lining.

“Put up wallpaper lining?! Who has the time or energy to help YOU put up wallpaper lining! Don’t you have anything better to do!”

. . . and this is why my dad’s not the boss around here.

(Not my dad. But a similar likeness! From bitly.com/SZeBHk)