Dad’s sitting in his recliner in the living room and he’s preoccupied with some loose threads that are hanging from the corner of his shirt pocket. He’s getting frustrated.
Dad (annoyed): Could you grab me a pair of scissors?
I get up and start hunting them down. Can’t find them in the kitchen junk drawer, so I head to his art studio. Not in any of the junk drawers there either. Heading back into the living room…
Randy: Dad, where do you keep the scissors?
Bob: Who?
Randy (louder): Where do you keep the scissors?
Bob: Huh?
Randy (yelling): Dad! Are your hearing aids in?
Bob: Yes! What do you want?
Randy (pause): … Um, I forgot, shit.
Bob: Say, could you find the scissors for me?
Lather, rinse, repeat…
Scissors Hunt