Lill: So what are you doing for Father’s Day? Oh, and can I borrow four tennis balls?
Jill: *Sigh* Sure – Dad’s on sabbatical and traveling somewhere in Europe with whatever woman he’s managed to convince of his nonexistent affluence and prestige, and I’m not sure if it’s kosher for me to ‘gift’ the latest 30-something pool guy/out of work actor that is currently bedding my mother.
Lill: Hmm…well we’re doing the usual at Gran’s tonight and you can always come and gift my dad, he likes you more than me anyways – in fact, I’m pretty sure he still has that paper you wrote on Keynesian economics on the fridge.
Jill: Lol, sounds good – what are you giving him this year, something tennis related?
Lill: *Snigger* The balls are for pimping out the walker I nicked from the lost and found at work.