About 8 years ago I worked (part time) as a "garden monkey" (my term) at a fairly upscale inn in Nova Scotia. One day I went to talk to the boss in his office (so he could approve what I wanted to do next) and when I got there his very attractive daughter was talking to him (she was home from university for the weekend). When I knocked on his door he looked out at me and said something to the effect of "I'll be out to see you just as soon as I can get rid of her [his daughter]. But sit down it might take a while; you know what women can be like." Without thinking (a common problem of mine) I responded "Don't worry about it... and if you need somebody to take her off of your hands for a while, just let me know." His face turned very red... and I decided to wait for him outside in the garden (on my turf, so to speak) rather than in his office where he would feel more comfortable.
His daughter came to talk to me after and told me that I must be either exceptionally brave/confident or stupid because every guy she had ever dated was scared to death of her father... but she apparently thought that what I said was cute and funny.
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