One Shoe.

My dad is notorious for being a little... distracted. He attributes this to having a bit too much fun in the 70's. Remember this.

Dad had been over one night. Approximately two days later, he called me. This was our conversation:

Me: "Hello?"
Dad: "Hey honey. Have you seen my sandal?"
Me: "Just one? One sandal?"
Dad: "Yeah. I can't find the left one anywhere and the last place I wore them was your house."
Me: "Uh... (starting to laugh) Well, I'll keep an eye out, but I haven't seen anything."

At first glance, this conversation might seem mundane. But then as you think about it, you realize that my dad called me, in all seriousness, to ask where ONE sandal was. Because my father is the only man in the world who could walk out of someone's house wearing only one shoe, drive the 15 miles home, wait a couple days, and then realize that he's only been wearing one shoe.




Side note: he found his missing sandal, days later, at his house... under the swimming pool.