A new kind of cool...

So I'm human. I try to keep up with my coolness status you know by not admiting I like watching the game show network, having a passion for puzzles, or are afraid of old people. So today I was sitting on the bed and my sisters phone rings and it was my father calling. I figured I should answer it because A. Karen wasn't around and B. they were traveling. So I answered the phone and I reconized an extra bounce in my dads voice like he was thee coolest person on the planet. So I talk to him and he said that he was in Salt Lake safely and on there way to my sisters house. Then he said Steph, guess who was on the plane with us? And I thought...maybe someone in my church or another one of my friends, but being lame and wanting to get back to watching the olympics I decided to just allow him to tell me instead of the guessing game I dreaded so much. He told me "MC Hammer" I got a sudden leap of pride in my father for A. Knowing who in the world that was and B. Knowing who in the world that was. I said cool dad! Did you say hi to him? And he said no I didn't want to bother Stanley. My emotions were like a roller coaster, cool he knew who he was, uncool he didn't say hi, cool that he knew his first name. Then he proceeds to tell me that he and my mom sat next to one of his dancers that has been dancing with him for 9 years. My sense of pride shot up again then he told me this: "Yeah she was a very nice young lady! I gave her a pass along card" Some things never change...