So check it, there are these ladies that live next door that seem to really like my dad...they'll always say hi or strike up conversation. Today, the doorbell rang. I had bedhead, raccoon eyes, and mismatched pajamas on, so I was eager to just end the communication ASAP. I opened the door, and it was one of the ladies. She asked me if my husband was home. I said, "No, I'm sorry, he's not." She said okay, thanked me, and left. It took a sec for it to register with me that she had asked for my husband, as opposed to asking for my dad.
Does she think that my dad is my husband?
That's just wrong.
Does she think that my dad is my husband?
That's just wrong.