Wrong Place, Wrong Relationship

(I live in the US, but my dad lives in the UK. Even though we’re usually an ocean apart, we’re still very close, and he does his best to visit. On one trip, he comes with me to the store. We’re checking out, and he’s helping me unload the cart.)

Cashier: “Did you find everything all right?”

Dad: “Yes, thank you!”

Cashier: “Oh, I love your accent! Where are you from?”

Dad: “Oh, I’m visiting her from the United Kingdom.”

Cashier: “Wow! That’s over by Canada, right?”

Dad: “No? It’s over in Europe.”

Cashier: “Oh, well. I was never good with maps. How long have you been a couple?”

(I try not to lose it at this point. My dad gives me a look, making it harder not to laugh.)

Dad: “That’s actually my daughter.”

(At least the cashier stopped asking questions after that.)