The following story appeared in Reader’s Digest: “One evening a woman and her husband went with friends to the restaurant where their teenage daughter, Misty, was working as a waitress. A man at a nearby table, who was probably fifteen years older than Misty, began flirting with her. She ignored his request for her phone number, but he persisted. Finally she stopped what she was doing and leveled her gaze at him. “Do you see that man?” she said, motioning toward her father. The patron turned in her parent’s direction. “That’s my dad,” Misty continued. “We have the same phone number. If you want it, get it from him.”