There is still a light that shines on me

Oh geez, how did I forget to tell this story until just now? Last Tuesday, when dad was dropping me off at work, I saw the jewelery pricer, Theresa, taking a smoke break outside the front of the store. I like Theresa. I waved as we walked past, she waved, we went in. Dad shopped around after I clocked in and eventually left with his usual assortment of vague wiring. About fifteen minutes after dad left, I bumped into Theresa again while picking shirts up in the women's department. She leaned over and elbowed me. "So," she asked slyly, " was that your boyfriend?"

WHAT

NO

NO ACTUALLY THAT WAS MY DAD

It's gonna be a pretty long time before I let her forget that one.