Should I feel uncomfortable, unnerved, awkward or grossed out by the fact that my father used a nudie dance entertainment type of bar as a point of reference in order to drive up to see my Nana?
DJ’s Golden Banana is something that I neither want to associate with Father’s Day nor going to see my gray, sweet old Nana. Nor do I appreciate the uneasy feelings related to both him knowing and referring to this place as well as the unwelcomed visuals.
Ew. And I just got one.
