my transparent father

Dad's 2000 BMW 323 has about 100,000 miles on the clock. It drives like a new car. Nothing short of incredible, the way this thing is put together. I don't know how other 3-series people have fared, so I can't tell if this reflects some freakish combination of awesome engineering, perfect assembly, and skilled maintenance.

Dad: Pull over into the BMW dealership up here. I want to schedule an oil change.
Me: Why don't you just call them?
Dad: I keep forgetting.
Me: Here. Call them right now, on my phone. I'll watch you do it.
Dad: Naw, just... just pull right in.
Me: You're shopping.
Dad: Mumble mumble oil change mumble mumble.
Me: Uh-huh.

(in the dealership)

Dad: I'll go set up the appointment.
Me: Sure.
Dad: Why don't you go pick up one of those 3-series booklets.
Me: A-HA!

It makes me happy to see Dad indulging himself a little. He deserves it. Works too hard.

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Epilogue

Dad: What's that?
Me: That is a Z4.