I'm out to brunch with my parents today, out to one of those places with a 10 page breakfast menu that takes you like an hour just to read, let alone decide on one item to order. I mull it over until the waitress finally gets around to me.
"I'll have the country-fried steak and eggs -- over-easy -- with hashbrowns and wheat toast."
"Well, Daddy's girl, aren't ya?"
I look over and my Dad, who's laughing at me. "That's exactly what I ordered."