That awkward moment when people think you and your dad are married.
And that’s not just rhetorical Internet speak.
My parents and I just got back from a cruise to the Bahamas and two people on separate occasions asked me if I was my dad’s wife. What’s more, a Peruvian ship worker also asked us, “Is that your daughter? But she looks like a China woman!” And a presumably respectful Southern gentleman asked me, after seeing me with my parents, if I was “like a Cambodian victim of sex trafficking?”
That one was really the cherry on top of my Piña Colada.