Whenever I visit them or he visits here, part of the drill is going to get coffee out. There are a couple of reasons for this: I can only have a little bit of decaf (which my parents don't have), I don't have a coffee maker (I suppose I could get one, but who am I kidding?), and he likes getting out and about.
So even though his preferred position is on the couch with his laptop or iphone, all I need to say is, "Coffee?" and he's up and ready to go like one of Pavlov's dogs. (B, since I know you're reading this, I will say you are much smarter than said dogs.)
At one point during my visit, we were about to leave when my dad said, "Wait! You can use my gift card. I have a couple and I never use them."
Me: "Hey, isn't this the gift card I got you a few months ago?"
My dad: "Um, yes. But I just don't go to Starbucks."
Me: "What about the other one?"
My dad: "Your brother N sold that one to me. Someone gave it to him."
Message: Did you sell Pop the Starbucks card I got you for your birthday?
(I haven't heard back...) Now I'm curious who the bigger sucker is: me, having bought a gift card that was then sold, or my dad, having bought a gift card he couldn't use. (But thanks, Pop! It was delicious.)
I bought B a drink and he said, "Thanks...I think."
To which I replied, "Hey! I did pay for it, you know. It just wasn't intended for you."
To be fair, my dad is quite generous. He insists on paying for just about everything when I'm there - "You're a guest!" - or he's here - "You're providing the hospitality! You saved me money on a hotel!"
However, this time it was me who gave the gift that kept on giving.
Side note: I spent one of the cards on B, then gave the other one to a volunteer at work. She knows the entire story and thinks it's hilarious. With her sense of humor, she might just give it to me for Christmas.