Me: How are you feeling after your biopsy?
Dad: Oh, I'm okay. My arm is a little sore, that's about it.
Me: I meant with the anesthesia. Woozy or queasy?
Dad: Oh, no, not a bit, that never bothers me.
Me: Jeez, put me under general anesthesia and I'm puking for a week.
Dad: Well, that doesn't bother me. And I've never had a hangover in my life. So I'm sure chemo probably won't be a problem either.
Me: Wow, 60 years of hard drinking... who knew you were in training.