I was at my mom's house for dinner on Tuesday when my dad called from the pay phone. That's right, there are still pay phones and apparently they are all owned by the Department of Corrections.
I picked it up and it was music to hear my dad's voice. We exchanged the normal stuff, you know, like "how's kitchen duty going?" and things like that and then he said:
"Hey Sarah, a few of the guys here asked about you the other day." He was referring to my visit with him last Saturday.
Me: "What? You mean the other guys who stay there with you?"
Dad: "Yeah. They wanted to know who you were."
Me: "And what did you tell them?"
Dad: "I told them you were my daughter."
Dad: "And I am thinking you may have a few dates lined up the next time you come down here."
Me: "Wow, Dad. I am not sure what to say to that."
Apparently I'm a big hit with felons. Awesome.