A few days ago, mom and dad noticed a tree outside the door to the apartment. Ok, it wasn't directly in front of OUR door, but the configuration of the floor could confuse the smartest of intellectuals.
The plant stood outside the neighbor's place (if you want to get technical) for two days before dad asked mom, "hey, do you think my parents left that plant for us?"
Mom wasn't sure, but noted there was a gold ribbon around the bottom, which she thought seemed odd.
Another day passed and dad said, "that's definitely my old plant. It used to be at my old apartment."
"Are you sure?" asked mom.
"Absolutely, I remember it!"
So mom and dad brought in the pretty plant to set up in our new place.
Yesterday, the building manager politely asked dad if we happened to know where the plant was that was on our floor.
Dad kindly explained that we assumed it was ours, and the lady kindly explained that was a gift for the spouse/family of the lady who DIED that lived next door.
The manager said we could keep it since we had stolen it anyway.
Dad seriously makes me die laughing every day. I wouldn't trade him for any other dad in the whole world.
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