So my parents came down to visit me for my college break. My father is such a dad-joker, it's hard to even have a serious conversation with him. We went to the outlet mall to do some shopping and I told my mother I was thirsty so I was going to grab a soda from the vending machine. My father turns to me and goes, "Hey thirsty! Nice to meet you, I'm dad!" I rolled my eyes and smiled and casually told him to shut the fuck up. He goes, "what, you don't like me calling you thirsty? How bout I call you Stan?" (Stan was another name he used to call me as a joke, long story, not gonna bother to tell it). I responded with "Dad, you can call me anything you want, just don't call me late for supper!" I am ashamed