Dad pulled me into his home office to tell you what happened last night. I'm not a member; so, I'm using his profile. It's like he said it was. Mom wishes it had happened in the garage, but it was in the family room. Trying to talk Dad into not having his bike there would be impossible. Dad also doesn't drink anymore. So, it really was just the seat slipping. I don't think it was his night. Turns out his team lost the ball game too. He's always on me to be careful about stuff, now I got the goods on him. It was funny to see. Even the dog was looking at him like it was too weird to believe.