Penny for your thoughts.

Years ago, my father made a belt buckle. It’s a steel oval half-covered in teal rhinestones with a gold coin as the focal point. It’s easily the tackiest thing I own.

Despite this, a few weeks ago someone from work complimented me on it. So I called my father to tell him.

This is what happened:

Me: Someone at work likes your belt buckle.

My dad: What belt buckle?

Me: The one you made.

My dad: You’re wearing that?

Me: Yes.

My dad: At work?

Me: Yes.

My dad: (Aggitated) What did I tell you about wearing that! You know that belt has a Kruggerrand in it! It's right in the buckle!

Me: I know. I’m wearing it.

My dad: Well you better be careful! Someone might try to take it from you.

Me: No one’s going to mug me for my belt.

My dad: They might! They’ll take it and use it to buy their drugs.

Me: No one is going to hawk a Kruggerrand coin for drugs. No one even knows what a Kruggerrand coin is.

My dad: Yes! Yes they will! Take that off before you leave work! Did you leave work yet?

Me: I’m not taking off my belt!

My dad: I’m serious! That’s gold. It’s worth a lot of money these days!

I hate it admit it, but it turns out he's right.

Not particularly lucid, but right none-the-less.