Overheard in the café attached to the grocery store where I was last evening:
Man on cell phone: "I'm in a grocery store in [location] Pennsylvania. Yep."
"Well, I have to go to all sorts of strange places to earn money for your tuition and rent, and to take you and your Mom to fancy-schmancy meals like the one yesterday. What did you think of that place, huh?"
"Yeah, me too. You know, the chef doesn't normally come out and talk to diners like that. Only special guests."
"Well, anyway, keep up the good work at school. Your mom and I are proud of you."
"Okay, love you too. Um. Honey? One more thing. That dress your wore yesterday? Uhm.... I... think you need to wear leggings with it or something. It... well, it looked more like a blouse than a dress. Nearly gave me a heart attack. Okay?"
Funny how the clothes men stare at in appreciation on strangers will make them uncomfortable when worn by their own daughters.