My dad and I played this game every time we went out to eat. The check would come, he would look at it, and I would guess how much it came to. If I was right, he had to give me $5. It started at White Fox Den during Haylofter's cast parties/after show gatherings. The last time was at Oak Creek Diner in April. It's the little memories like that that I will always cherish.
Today when Justin and I went to the store, he guessed how much money was in the cart. I threw and number out there too. (Neither of us were right. But I was closer.) It reminded me of my dad and made me smile today.
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