Dad: So, how was your 21 party in NOLA?
Daughter: It was wild, Dad. I really don't know how you took Mom there.
Dad: When the sun went down, we hid in our hotel room.
Daughter: I mean, it was wild! Even too wild for even me!
Dad: You're not going to go into details with me, right?
Daughter: Of course not! But it was kinda funny, when I checked into our hotel in the French Quarter, I asked the lady where was the nearest Chik-Fil-A and Target. She said, "Girl! What suburb are you from?!"
Dad: Yes. Daughter, nothing screams WHITE GIRL like asking for Chik-Fil-A and Target. My God, you're in New Orleans! Some of the greatest restaurants in the country?
Daughter: But it's all fish and crawfish! I'm allergic to seafood.
Dad: They have non-fish gumbos, all sort of things. And Target? What the heck?
Daughter: I forgot my hair straightener. I wanted to pick up another one.
Dad: I'm amazed you were able to make it there and back.
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