I took my 89-year-old uncle to the mall to buy him a new pair of shoes.
After shopping, we sat down at the food court to relax.
A teenage girl sat at the table next to us.
She had spiked hair in every color imaginable—red, green, blue, and orange.
My uncle kept staring at her.
She finally turned around and snapped,
“What’s your problem, old man? Never done anything wild in your life?”
My uncle calmly looked at her and said,
“Actually, I have.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“Really?”
He nodded.
“Once, I got drunk and ended up spending the night with a peacock.”
The girl stared at him in shock.
My uncle smiled and added,
“I was just wondering…”
He pointed at her colorful hair.
“You might be my daughter!”
I nearly fell out of my chair.
The girl suddenly had nothing to say.
And my uncle went right back to eating his lunch like nothing happened.
