The Stud Is A Dud

(My sister and I are both single and in our mid-twenties. We’ve just gotten a new apartment together, but are currently visiting our parent out their house.)

Me: “Oh, that reminds me. Can we borrow that tool you talked about last time to find the best places to hang our pictures.”

Dad: “Sure.” *goes out to garage to get it*

Sister: “You know that thing’s called a stud finder, right?”

Me: “Yeah, but I wanted to avoid calling it that after all the lame jokes Dad made about it last time.”

Sister: “Good point.”

Dad: *returning from garage not having heard us* “You know—” *holds up device* “—this is just what every young woman needs. It’s called a stud finder. You just push this button and when the red light comes on you find a stud.”

Sister & Me: *groan and crack up* “That’s the exact joke we were trying to avoid!”