My father just made my day.
We were watching an episode of Cash Cab and betting on whether a group of girls would be booted. The final question ( and nail in the coffin) pertained to Kurt Vonnegut and more to the point the answer was his novel, Slaughter House Five.
My father insists that no girl would read a book called "Slaughter House Five" and that is why they got it wrong. I said "No, it was a fair question because Vonnegut was one of the most important writers of the twentieth century...wait... I'm not having a conversation about literature with you."
He continued to insist that the title was the reason for the girls ejection. "Do you even know what the book is about? Do you even know who Kurt Vonnegut is?"
"Yeah," He said, "Rodney introduced me to him."
We laughed. "Well have you read anything of his?"
"I know he wrote Fahrenheit 451!"
"That was Ray Bradbury."
"Eh, what-do-I-know?"
