...he thinks I'm a piano player in a whorehouse.
Every once in a while, I play taxi driver and give my dad a lift over to the college where he teaches. Yesterday, most of the conversation spun around "Bush being an idiot, everyone's villifying the Muslims, etc."
It's probably a good thing he doesn't know half of the opinions I have on things political, or I'd find myself written out of his will faster than I could blink.
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