Oh dad.

This is the conversation I had this morning with my father on my way out the door.

Him: When are you leaving?
Me: Right now.
Him: Oh, okay. When are you finished?
Me: I’m not sure, I have to wait until Jenn gets there.
Him: Will it be after three?
Me: I think so.
Him: Oh…
Me: Why?
Him: I’m going to a blues club tonight, and I wanted to take your car.
Me: Okay…
Him: Will you be home by 5?
Me: Yeah, I’ll be home before that. When are you leaving?
Him: I don’t get off work until 7.
Me: . . . . . . . .
Him: O_O
Me: Why did I need to be home before 5 then?
Him: Oh… I don’t know!

Haha, it made me laugh. I think by the end he was like oh crap, why am I even asking this but it was just so random because it pretty much made no sense whatsoever. If anything, my dad is amusing. And I don’t mean that in any sort of mean way, he’s funny.