So, I'm making pancakes. I didn't burn anything like last time, but Dad took over halfway through anyway. There's absolute peace in the house, until...
Dad: *playing Batman soundtrack, then Matrix, then Gladiator*
Me: Mkay then. *continues doing whatever, probably reading a fanfic*
Dad: *finds an audio of a Soviet military choir singing Bella Ciao*
Me: Okay...?
Dad: *puts it on repeat*
I have now come to loathe the song, no matter how many times I hum it or how it reminds me of Auf Wiendershien Sweetheart. My Dad, on the other hand, had a short-lived obsession with it. Geez, it was horrible.