Latte?

I had this dream the other night where my parents came to visit me in Omaha. I was working at Jane's in the days and some lady ordered a cappuccino. I started making it and my pops was there and I got upset and was saying, "Fucking bitch. Always complaining that there's too much foam. If you don't want that much foam, fucking order a latte!

My dad started laughing.

Later, we were at an event or party and I got offered a beer and my dad took one as well and then glanced at my mother and said, "It's been thirty years."