Scene: lunch with my parents, the day after Christmas.
My Dad: Hey, I got a new turntable the other day so I could play some of my old albums, and I found one of your KISS records.
Me: Haha! (Joking) Was it hidden inside one of your Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass albums so mom wouldn’t find it and throw it out when she read the KISS stood for “Knights in Satan’s Service?”
My Dad: Well, actually…
Moral of this story? It may take 30 years, but you really never pull one over on your parents. I am so grounded.
You have made me laugh. Also, very, very old.
LMAO! Of course, the Herb Alpert albums were mine, too…
LMAO!