Choose your words carefully

Today's blog entry is on everyone's favourite topic: Father moments!

A few years ago my family and I were out at Earl's for a family dinner.
This probably happens only once a year so its a joyous occasion.

I'm under the impression my father needs prescription glasses, but he refuses to get a pair, and instead wears reading glasses that we buy in bulk and he routinely loses.

POINT BEING,
He forgot his glasses while we're out at dinner, and we're all trying to decide what to eat.
The waitress comes by, and my father asks her if she could tell him what a specific thing on the menu is.

He asks her what it is, and could she tell him the description, because he can't read.

The waitress gets a little sympathetic looking and goes "Ohhhh... Suuuuuuureeeeee..." and reads out the chicken alfreado description or whatever. My dad agrees it sounds good, and he'll get it.

This all seems moderately normal, until the waitress walks away, and I lean towards my Dad, and woefully inform him
"Dad, she thinks you're illiterate."
"What?! Why does she think that?"
"You told her you couldn't read."

Yeah, dinner was a little awkward when she came by to check on our food.
Can't read WITHOUT GLASSES, WITHOUT GLASSES****