We're going to discuss my old man watching ... promise. But first ... let me ask you this ...
Have you ever been loading groceries into your car, quite convinced that you have the entire parking lot to yourself, and, bent over, head inside of your vehicle, released just a teency bit more than a teency bit of ... well ... gas?
And then, maybe, while you were gloating and relishing and arranging your canned goods in the seat so they wouldn't spill if slammed on the brakes later, did you by chance hear a young female voice behind you say, "Sir. Excuse me ... Sir."
And when you turned, was it the girl who bagged your items inside of the store standing there with a rather polite smile on her face, holding a bottle of conditioner she forgot to put into your cart?