#6

Dad just got home from church.

Dad: Come here! Do you hear that?!
Me: What?

He's stepping slowly in the kitchen, staring at his shoes, a rubbery shoe meeting tile floor noise accompanies the movement.

Dad: That! These are new shoes! What the heck!
Me: Hmm. That's weird.

He's rocking back and forth on one foot, every time he rocks the shoe the rubber noise is there, though as I'm staring at the shoe the sound doesn't seem to fit. I move closer to inspect and realize the sound is not coming from his shoe, but from a higher place. As he's moving his body to rock on his feet, his hips are also moving...

Me: Aha! Your belt!

I assumed his leather belt was making the squeak noise. It seemed to be coming from thereabout that place, but this is also weird...

Dad: Ohhhhhh!

He looks at me and smiles sheepishly and proceeds to pull a small styrofoam dinner plate out of his back dress pants pocket.

Me: {I put on my "Are you serious?" face.}
Dad: I was in a rush to do the [video]console for church, so I just grabbed some food before going up there. People were milling around after church and I couldn't just walk down there with a dirty styrofoam plate in my hand.
Me: There's not a trash can up there?  (The console is on a second story balcony in the church, the congregation sits down below.)
Dad: Nope.
Me: How do you forget about a folded up dinner plate in your back pocket?
Dad: I don't know.
Me: ...{Shakes head.}