When I started dating (well past the age of 18), I was given a 'curfew' , a time I had to be home. Being a rebel, I often went past this time and dad was always waiting behind the front door in his thermal underwear watching me/us. It was highly embarrassing trying to explain to my date that the appariton behind the frosted glass was actually my father! Yikes, they very seldom asked me out on a second date!
