When he got home from this month's trip giving "those characters" at the bank a what-for, my father told me, "When I got to the bank, they called the police on me."
That got my attention, because it sounded like it could be true, what with his old-geezer temper and all.
"Why did they do that, pop?" I asked him.
"I was the only one who wasn't wearing a mask," he quipped.
The old comedic switcheroo, eh?