Dad: "A, don't get gas in your car today."
My inner monologue: "Aw, dad's worried about the gas prices. Maybe he's 'going green,' or just trying to help me save a few dollars because the prices are still up."
Me: "You're too late, Dad--I had to get gas on the way to work this morning."
Dad: "Noo! You know mom's coming down to go with you to Atlanta--that should be on the wedding budget."
Me: "Dad, I'm sure we'll have to get gas again sometime during the weekend. Mom can charge it then."
Dad: "Ok. You didn't fill up your tank all the way did you?"
Me: "Um, yes."
Dad: "Maybe you can drain it into the bathtub or something..."