Sorry about that. Actually, not really. I've made a decision. I'm no longer apologizing for my stupid dad jokes, they're part of who I am. It's a coping mechanism, ya know, humor. If I didn't tell 'em, I'd have to cut you off in traffic. So, deal. Along the same lines, the ability to tell a joke should be a requirement for being considered an adult. I knew a person who was born in the 1920s, gone now, but he could tell a joke, mix a proper cocktail, hold his liquor, play at least one song on the piano. Maybe we need to bring back finishing school (j/k).
