Doesn’t Have To Wi-Fi Try-Try

(Before I start college, I live with my brother and my dad in an apartment while I am job-hunting. After I start college, I move out, but I never manage to forget the Wi-Fi password. The phone rings. I see it’s Dad and I pick up.)

Me: “Hey, what’s up?”

Dad: “Hey! What’s the Wi-Fi password again?”

(Trying not to laugh, I give him the password.)

Dad: “Okay, thanks!”

(We’ll chatter for a little bit to catch up, maybe a few minutes, and then hang up. I haven’t stepped foot in that apartment for four years now. This call happens almost verbatim about every six months.)