So here’s a funny story my dad relayed to me via e-mail. Apparently my dad went to the bank yesterday (drive-thru is the common method to banking back home) and apparently when the teller put the receipt in the shoot, she said “have a good day, Mr. —–” with perfect pronunciation.
My dad, shocked, looks at her and says, “um, how do you know how to say my name?!” Her response, “my co-worker went to high school with your daughter, Libby.”
My dad, ever the humorist, replies, “I don’t know who you’re talking about” and drove away.
i am my father’s daughter.
bells – laura jansen