Social Faux Pa Pa, Part 3

(My father and I are leaving a restaurant. We get into conversation with a couple. I am 18, and my father is 43.)

Woman: “So, do you have any little ones?”

Dad: *somewhat appalled* “No, I’m her father.”

Woman: “Oh, I’m sorry; I just thought—”

Me: “Nope, I’m his daughter.”

Woman: “I thought it was just one of those things. I’m so sorry!”

(Later, dad and I are on our way to the car.)

Dad: “I’m old enough to be your father!”

Me: “You are my father!”