Welcome To The Cliché Farm

(I am 18, and have been hired by a local farm to help out for the summer. The terms of my contract aren’t clear, so my dad brings me in one day to sort it out. We’re in the office with my boss when one of my coworkers walks in.)

Coworker: “You wanted to see me?”

Boss: “Oh, yes. [My Name], [Dad], can you excuse us for a second?”

Dad: “Sure.”

(We walk out of the office; she closes the door. The next thing we hear is muffled shouting. My dad and I look at each other and crack up.)

Me: “I thought that only happened in the movies!”

Dad: “Yeah, so did I!”