"MULLET!"

Throughout the past few years I have slowly come to grips with the fact that my dad has a mullet, and he has had one for at least as long as I've been alive. I was again reminded of this fact as my dad and I were walking into a restaurant the other week when, as we were walking through the parking lot, a car drives by with its window rolled down and we hear: "MULLET!" My dad just looked confused for a second and looked at me and said, "Were they talking to you?" I answered back, "No, I have no idea whom they were talking to." Oh well, at least he's happy, living in his ignorance.