I took my 92-year-old dad to the mall to buy new shoes, and afterward we grabbed lunch at the food court. While we were eating, I noticed he kept glancing at a teenager sitting nearby.
The kid had spiked hair in every color of the rainbow — green, red, orange, blue. Every time the teen looked up, he’d catch my dad staring at him. After a few minutes, the boy finally snapped.
With full teenage sarcasm, he said:
“What’s your problem, old man? Never done anything wild in your life?”
I nearly choked because I knew my dad was going to respond — and I knew it would be good.
Without blinking, without changing his expression, without even pausing between bites, my dad calmly said:
“Actually, son… many years ago I got drunk and slept with a peacock. I was just wondering if you might be my boy.”
The teenager went silent.
The entire food court burst out laughing.
And my dad?
He just kept eating his fries like nothing happened.
A true legend.
