I got an e-mail from my Dad this morning. I love my Dad, but for those of you that don’t know him, he does odd things.
I thought that perhaps he sent me another chain letter or a request from a Nigerian Prince who doesn’t know what to do with several million dollars but deposit it into my bank account.
Instead, I was pleasantly surprised to find this:
Wait a minute, Dad. First of all, you don’t have friends. Second of all, I definitely scanned your attachment, because to be honest, I thought it was a virus.
Once again, pleasantly surprised:
The following phone exchange went down like this:
Me: Hey, Dad. That’s pretty cool you got to meet T.I.
Dad: So…who exactly is T.I.?
Well, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Just sucks that I never get to meet anyone famous (just creep them out on Twitter). Also, what’s up with that guy in the back?