(I’m having lunch with my dad and my girlfriend.)
Dad: “So, how is the wedding planning going?”
Me: “Pretty well.”
Girlfriend: “We found two super cute dresses for a great price, and my uncle said his firm can supply the food.”
(A man in the booth next to us suddenly turns and glares at us.)
Man: “Would you two [slurs] shut up already? I’m trying to eat!”
Dad: “Mind your own d*** business, or you’ll have my footprint tattooed on your a**.”
Man: “Who do you think you are, old man? I’m going to break your [slur]-loving face.”
Dad: “I’m a father first and foremost, but I’m also a retired police officer.”
(This caused the man to go snow white. He sheepishly paid for his half-eaten meal and left. Dad acted like nothing happened for the rest of the day.)