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Hah. The kicker of that story has a familiar ring.

My Dad used to own a liquor store back in the 70s, with his name on the sign (let's call it "Arthur's Liquor"). It was in a rough part of town. One day when I was a teenager, in the 90s, we were driving by and he saw the sign was still there, so he stopped and we went in. There's a Korean guy and his wife behind the counter.

Dad: Just wondering, who's Arthur?

Wife points to her husband.

Shop owner: Me. I'm Arthur.

Dad: No, I'm Arthur.

I'm just like, Dad, can we get out of here now?