After work, dad would relax shirtless. I had to specifically ask him to put a shirt on when he came to pick me up after club meetings. It looked like he was driving naked, and the other kids made fun of me (and him).

I expected it to be an awkward confrontation, but I could tell he was embarrassed that I had to ask. He simply hadn’t thought of it.

not great, not terrible

Look, its the rules. I don’t like it either, but sitcoms have spoken and I must be shirtless when a friend shows up. I don’t even have a choice. The shirt folds off of my body into the 5th dimension. Its gone.