Me: Dad, I'm at the supermarket, is there anything you want me to pick up?
Dad: Hm, it's Tuesday, right?
Dad: Can you get some of those bottles of Diet Peach Snapple?
Me: Sure... Ok, I'm in the aisle. How many do you want?
Me: What? 48?
Dad: Sure. They come in today, so that should be all they have.
I dig around, pulling out every last bottle of Diet Peach Snapple from the bottom shelf of the grocery aisle (How does Dad do this? I'm laying on the floor!). I count as I go, reaching exactly 48. I push my cart up to the check-out lady.
Me: I'm happy to unload all these, or I can just tell you that there are 48.
Lady: You must be Dr. Johnson's daughter!
Miss you Dad!