A little background: Dad is a professional salesman. A suit. He worked for Peterbilt selling trucks.
A long while ago (1989 or so), a heavy metal band was in Tulsa (Skid Row, Slayer, something with an 'S'). My dad was having a meeting in the restaurant of the hotel these guys were staying. The band walks in and some of the other businessmen start grumbling and complaining. Longhair, torn jeans, no respect: those kind of grumblings. Dad stands up and states "Gentlemen, these young men will make more money in one year than any of you will. I believe you should stop complaining and give them some respect." The band thought Dad was very cool.
I love my dad.

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