Just can't help myself...

So as I was leaving work tonight at 7, there were some smokers outside...I said, "OK, who left the door open with the heat on?"  They laughed and jumped right into the conversation with comments like, "Sorry, Dad!  I didn't know the heat was on..."
All this reminded me of all those times we heard that from the 'rents, well, in my house it was only from Dad. Mom never yelled at any of us for leaving something on - that I remember, anyway.  Remember these comments:
"Do you think I have stock in the Electric Company...Are you going to stand in front of that open fridge forever...What the hell is the front door doing open in January...Lights don't turn themselves off you know."

Well, what goes around does come around...
I said to Dad tonight, "Your air conditioner is on."
Dad's reply, "Yup.  Miah came and put it in for us."
Me, "You're downstairs.  Your air conditioner is on."
Dad's reply, "Yeah, it's not so hot down here.  It's like a freakin' oven upstairs."
Me, "Your air conditioner is on.  You're downstairs."
Dad, "I'm going to get some ice cream."  He gets his ice cream (gigantic 5 scoop bowlful), sits on the couch and eats it.
I say, "I'm going to eat some of your ice cream.  Your air condition is on."
Dad, "We're going upstairs now."

You cannot make this up.


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