My dad and I have the same temperament, we tend to be serious and we don’t talk much if the atmosphere is tense. Keeping our cool while we assess what can be done. Fortunately, we do have our light heartedness, and thanks to genetics, I can be as whacky as my mom…to a certain degree.
Anyway, this fun time happened at home and in the elevator going down to the lobby. I was really tired from working late nights, and wasn’t looking really good. My dad noticed and went up to me.
Dad : Why are you so tired?
Bad mood me : Why can’t I be tired?
[Malaysian style] : Why? Cannot ah?
Dad says nothing and smirks. We entered the elevator and I squatted down as we wait for the ride to the lobby.
Dad lets out colossal fart.
Bad mood me : DAD! WHY DID YOU FART?!
Dad : Hehe, why? cannot ah?