My mom was worried. She told me to make sure I have plenty of blankets on my bed.
I told her I had it covered.
So for reference, I got into the one dorm in my university that somehow doesn't have air conditioning. My dad was talking about the logistics of bringing one or even two fans + an AC unit to keep my room fine. He then says... well at that point you'll have enough fans to start a fan club.
I'm moving out of my dorm room this morning to go home for the summer, and my dad is up to give me a hand. There's an elevator that we're taking so I don't have to take my cart down the stairs, and we're packed in with five or six other people. One of them looks at the wall of the elevator and notices that somebody has written "Hannah" on it, and says "What was Hannah doing in here?"
Me: "Writing on the wall, from the looks of things."
Other person: "Well, can't argue with that."
My dad: "So you're saying you can see the Hannah writing on the wall?"
All: groan
I'm not biologically a father, but whatevs. Someone in my dorm had to borrow a mattress. I knew that another guy had one that he didn't need, so I told him to put it outside his room. When he returned a long time afterward to see that the mattress still was there, I told him "he wasn't sure whether to pick it up, because he's going to sleep on it".
