dad sees me in the garage...
dad: 'where are you going?'
me: 'i'm picking up <sister>...'
dad: 'where are you going?'
me: 'we're going to <place>...'
dad: 'why are you going there, you're not invited?!!!'
(my mom is at <place> having a get-together with her friends...)
me: 'oh! we're not crashing them... we'll be eating someplace else...'
uhm... there are so many restaurants in that place... ; )
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