Reality check at it's meanest. Once at the grocery store, one of the people from the produce department saw me and asked if my husband was with me today. "Husband? I'm sorry I'm not married." His response, "Oh, then who is the gentlemen that comes with you every week?"
I exclaimed, "That's MY DAD!" I gave him a dirty look and promptly left. Then I thought, "how old does he think I am?" My dad is 53, and I'm 24. Let's just say I didn't feel very flattered that day.