Last week I had a half-hour-long argument with my dad about what a flight of stairs consists of. Here's how it went. For seriously 30 minutes.
The basis of the argument was that when you get furniture delivered, it costs $20/flight of stairs after the first two for buildings with no elevator. Which is fine. But I said that in my building there are 5 flights of stairs, my dad said no, there are only 2 and a half.
Fast forward to yesterday when the guys came to deliver my furniture.
Delivery dude: "It says on your form that there are 2 flights of stairs so there's no extra charge... but I count 5."
Me: "Uh, yeah. I had this huge argument with my father about what a flight of stairs actually is, and he just always wants to be right so I agreed with him to get him to stop telling me that I don't know as much as he does."
Delivery dude (laughing) "Oh... well, unfortunately we do have to charge you $60 for the 3 extra flights."
Me (shrugging) "Sure. I kinda figured. You know, since I knew I was right and everything."
Moral of the story:
Just because your parents have been around since black and white TV doesn't mean they know what the hell they're talking about.