Veal, It's What's For Dinner

About two weeks ago I was talking with my mother on the phone. She informed me that my father had gotten his new car. What new car? I knew nothing about a new car.

You see, my father is the William Chung of decision making. Last time he got a new car, two years ago to be exact, it took him about seven months to decide what to get.  It was a painstaking process. By the time he made a decision about what car to get, he started debating which color. Then, just when he thought he had the color he wanted, he would change the kind of car. Like I said, painstaking.

So, you can imagine my shock when I hadn't heard anything about this new car. He simply manned up and chose a car without any input or debating. Very unlike him. 

Anyways, last night, on his way home from my cousin's house, he had a little mishap in his new car. The little calf shacked up in the barn he happened to be driving by, was unhappy being stuck in this particular barn. He did as any unhappy cow would do, and broke through the barn window and escaped. He ran out into the street just as my unexpecting father was driving past. And....he hit the little baby cow. 

The damage to my father's car is estimated at around $7,000. The baby cow broke his leg and will most likely need to be put down.

My father is a bit shaken up from the whole ordeal. So, being the supportive, mood boosting daughter that I am, I called and simply asked, "What are you having or dinner? Veal?"