The Wrong(est) Kind Of Daddy

(My dad and I are eating out at a bar and grill. There’s not many people because it’s the slow time between lunch and dinner. The staff is setting up the tables for dinner, such as lighting candles. Note that my dad is in his late 40s and I’m a teen.)

Waitress: *sets a candle on the table and lights it* “There. That should set the mood.”

Dad: *as she walks away* “Just what kind of mood is she trying to set?!”