So I call the missus up to look: "pretend to my dad" I said.
She makes her way up the ladder and in best dad voice (my dad sounds just like capt) says "hiya butty, wheres this transformer... fucking hell butt you've got 3 grow tents over there!"
"Is it really that obvious?"
"Yes my love"
Fuck.
So I think ah well, I've been called the stoner all my life I just don't want them to worry about my safety etc. Anyway, dad comes over, has a coffee, gets up ladder. Does not turn his head left once. And I mean, we talked and fixed this transformer but not once did his head turn towards the tent. 2 hours later. All done and packed up.
What the fuck, he's so oblivious!
So today I get a text from my little sister asking me for some edibles. No problem, tell her the dad story. Her reply:
"Oh they've known for years, they went snooping over your house when they looked after your cats"
