From something I am writing that you'll probably never get to read:

We went to McDonald's, and in the drive-through, were cracking each other up and acting like assholes. When we got to the window to pay, he insisted on finding the correct change and held up the whole process of paying while he looked in his wallet. I apologized to the kid at the window. I said, "I'm sorry. My dad is very... slow." The kid said "That's okay," and for the rest of the drive, I referred to him as "Daddy."