Sophisticated Taste

I decided to have a someone over for dinner, perhaps to get on the good graces of my dear family. We all engaged in delightful conversation, from topics of politics to basic insignificant banter. After dinner was over, my father decided to pour himself a glass of tangerine-flavored seltzer water.

Personally, I have never liked the taste of carbonated water. So when my father offered me some, I decided to express my profound dislike for the beverage.

"That stuff is gross," I said.

"That's because you're not sophisticated enough to enjoy it," my father replied. I felt the conversation had at that moment reached its ultimate maximum point of nonsense.

"Dad, isn't that stuff 99 cents a bottle?" I asked.

He paused for a moment.

"Well, it's actually two for a dollar," he recalled.

In an attempt to completely trivialize the statement he made earlier about seltzer being sophisticated, I drew on a reference from contemporary culture.

"Also dad, don't clowns spray each other with that stuff?"