A Story

I found this in my drafts - this event happened about a year ago.  It really is too funny not to share, even if it is a year old! :)  (And if I publish it now, my Dad is still 60, but his 61st birthday is very very very soon...)

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So, a few weeks ago, I was out grocery shopping.  At No Frills, if such details are of interest to you.  I hadn't made it past the produce section when I saw a man whom I know by sight and name, although prior to this shopping trip, I'm not sure I had ever spoken to him.  For the purposes of this blog post, we will call him Mr. X.  Oh, and another pertinent detail is we estimate Mr. X to have been blessed with over 70 birthdays. 
Anyways, Mr. X. recognized me but couldn't place me, and not being a shy person, he came to ask me my name.  "I'm Karen A----" I told him, and watched the wheels start churning.  My husband's surname is not that well-known in some of the church circles in this part of the province.  I could tell that my answer had been of no help to Mr. X, so I put him out of his misery. "I'm a D----" I said, knowing he would recognize my maiden name immediately.  Mr. X thought about this for a minute as I added some apples (Royal Gala if you really want to know) to my cart.  Then he turned back to me and said "So, are you Bill's sister?"  I stared at him for a second before saying "No, I'm Bill's DAUGHTER!"  He responded "Really, Bill is old enough to have grown up children already?"  I agreed with that statement, and refrained from telling him that Bill had recently celebrated his 60th birthday.  Aye-karumba!

Mr. X. went on his way, satisfied that he now knew who I was. As for me, well, thankfully I found it more funny than insulting, and it is a great compliment for my Dad!  Who is a VERY young 60.  Love you Dad!