I took my parents to that haute cuisine place, "Eat and Park" (did they get that sequence turned around?) today for lunch.
I was minding my own business, gnawing on a flipper, when my dad, who is a fundamentalist minister, remarked this: "Well, I hear Pittsburgh has a new brothel in town."
"Why yes." And he proceeded to regale me with the news of Carnegie Mellon University's new dormitory arrangements -- you know, in a certain building, in certain rooms, male and female.
"Dad, you've got it all wrong," I reposted. "Three cheers for CMU! It's about time one of our leading universities -- a world-renowned center of computer engineering and unimpeachable modern morality -- took a stand on heterosexuality. It's about time that a secular institution such as this should reserve a place for married coeds."
Eyebrows were raised, to say the least.
It is probable, on the way back to the Laurel Highlands, that my flesh and blood discussed a dreadful lack of schooling, or wit, or something.