A kosher vegan Chinese restaurant. I'm enjoying my birthday dinner when my cell phone rings. It's my Dad. We briefly have our usual conversation (Dad: Is everything OK? Me: Yes. Dad: What took you song long to answer the phone? Me: ??? Dad: Is everything OK? Etc., etc., etc.). Then he starts talking about Pittsburgh:
Dad: I want you to come to Pittsburgh.
Dad: ... permanently.
Me: Uh ...
Dad: I don't know why you won't move back to Pittsburgh.
Me: Because I want to be successful.
Dad: You can be successful in Pittsburgh. And it's easier, because there are less people here.
Me: That's not ... you just ... ::headtable::
From that point on I was dumbstruck by my inability to articulate that he had essentially made my point for me. I want to be a fabulous writer. I am by far the most fabulous writer in this room (given that the choices are between me and my cat, Muchi). I'm the best writer in this apartment -- maybe even in this whole apartment building. Does that mean I'm successful?