Years ago, my dad decided to enter the 21st century by putting remote controlled overhead light/fans into my bedroom, my parents' bedroom, and our living room. It was fine for a while until recently when "ghosts" seemed to enjoy turning our lights and fans on and off without our control. If I didn't manually turn my wall switch off before I went to bed, my light or fan would randomly go on in the middle of the night, inevitably waking me up. This happened to my parents as well and we were all confused.
Finally, my parents discovered that all three remotes worked for all three fans, meaning that when one person tried to turn on or off their light, the other lights would turn on or off. Now, this affect is really quite annoying, especially when my brother would come home at 4 am and turn on the living room light. But, there is always some humor in these events.
For example, the other day, my dad turned on his light, which turned mine off. In trying to correct my light, I turned his off. We began yelling back and forth as we fought to put our light at the setting that we wanted. After about 5 minutes of our battle royal, we just sat there laughing from our separate rooms. Eventually, my dad walked into my room and we continued to laugh for another 5 minutes. In reality, this event explains my relationship with my dad. He and I have these random inside jokes that we could bring up years and years after their conception. For example, there is a store near our house called "Tokyo Video." When we drove by the sign for the first time, we both said the name in our most stereotypical asian accent, and then laughed forever. Ever since then, my dad and I will randomly say it and we always seem to say it when the other is thinking it.
My dad and I are extremely different people, but when it comes to find stupid humor in everyday events, we couldn't be more compatible.
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