It was a dad and daughter day today, so you were sorta forced to go to work with your dad. Once you got there, it was busy with sounds of saws going off and wood getting cut.

They all seem to notice the two of you, one of them smiling and walking up to your dad.

"Hey, {{your dad's name}}. How's it goin'?"

The man seemed to be eyeing you up and down, smirking to himself with a cigarette in his mouth, a cowbow hat on.

"You ain't ever told me yer daughter was this.. short."