Me and my dad are walking to the Mall on a quiet Monday night. He and I like to go shopping or window shop b/c we have the same taste (most of the times we are drawn to expensive things w/out realizing it either), and we buy each other things (just the other day I got him some Nike jogging pants he wanted -- on sale too!) and tonight he got me a green sweater jacket on sale for 50% off.
[On our walk to the mall - the mall is literally a block away]
Dad: The other day I went to the foot doctor and he sent me to another doctor b/c I got confused.
Me: What do you mean?
Dad: I said I had a problem w/ my ankle. But when I showed up in his office, I was pointing to my knee. So he said I was at the wrong doctor, and pointing to the wrong body part. I needed a Knee doctor and I made an appointment w/ the foot doctor b/c I kept saying ankle instead of knee.
Me: [cracking the f- up.. again!!] How do you get your body parts confused? Are you getting that old? So for the longest time you've been pointing to and calling your knee your ankle???
Dad: Yes! Oh my God Girl!
Then we're at this store and I'm browsing for sneakers. A Notorious B.I.G song comes on and he starts boppin' his head to the rap song. Then 3 seconds into the song, he says "BIGGIE!". Me and the teenage sales girl both look at him very impressed. He's still boppin his head to a hip hop song and the sales girl is giggling. I let out a proud little laugh like "yep, that's my dad". Don't sleep on my Dad, b/c apparently he can school you on hip hop (either that, or he's been patient and listened carefully when I "own" the car radio)
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