My pop is driving me to work this week (Wavey is the pick up boy) as I'm still hobbling henrietta due to the hairline fracture incident. The conversation went as such:
Pop: have you at least got a pair of sensible shoes on?
Me: I don't own a sensible pair of shoes!
Pop: ...and maybe that's why you broke your foot...
Feel that folks. That was my pop telling me off. Sheesh.