I just… I can’t believe it. My dad, my own father—he didn't recognize me. When I presented the business plan for the co-op, he sat there, listening intently, asking good questions even… and then he shook my hand at the end and said something like, "Good pitch, ma'am." MA'AM. We live in a town of like, 300 people, everyone knows everyone's business, and he thinks I'm some stranger in a suit— what the actual FUCK.
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