So during dinner last night, and without any underlying causes or agendas that I know of, Father, out of the blue, turns from the TV and says to me, "You know, with someone who hasn't had a job in a long time, it's like a house; you see that house that's been on sale for a long time and you say, 'Geez, why hasn't that house been sold yet?  Something wrong with it?'"

And that was it.

Geez, I haven't had a job in a long time.  Could he be talking to ... me???

So I got caught.  I "got him back" by staying out late last night.