One night at dinner, we decided to call a friend of my dad's around 10pm ET (she's in CA). He talked to her for a minute and then handed the phone to me. The waitress came over to the table to remove some dishes and asked if we were calling the babysitter. My dad had to explain that I was the baby. She seemed shocked. Oh my life. My dad, besides posing as my date, is a great fashion consultant. He was my personal shopper when I was picking out new glasses. I finally look cool. Thanks dad.
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