I need to monetize my dad's sense of comedic timing. Not the one that he *thinks* he has. You know, the one that has me apologizing to waiters the world over. I'm talking the one he doesn't realize he’s got, but would make him the perfect character in a slapstick comedy.
I’ve been on vacation with my folks for 4 or so days now.
Yesterday, I listened to my folks, both in their mid 70s, argue for half an hour over how to use the microwave. My dad wanted to warm his muffin just enough to melt a pat of butter from the stick left in the fridge overnight. If he’d have left the butter on the countertop for the same amount of time. . . But, I digress.
