I have just gained a whole new sort of respect for my dad.
Yesterday, he and my mother went to the Pitt football game. For one reason or another, they had lines set up to search people. Pat downs, searching bags, etc. Unbeknownst to my dad, they had lines for men, and lines for women. And he was in the women's line.
He gets to the front of the line, and the girl who was friskin' people says "Sir, I cannot pat you down. You're a man."
And my dad responds with "It's okay, I'm a transsexual. Just go ahead and pat me down!"
I think it might be better than the time he was at Kennywood, yelling at a bunch of kids to go ahead and get on the Thunderbolt. He wasn't trying to be nasty, he just wanted to get on the ride, and none of them were moving.
Turns out, the whole group of kids was deaf. He stood around yelling at a group of deaf kids. Lulz.