My Father started working for the Post Office in December, 1971. We were living in Mississauga, Ontario at the time.
He had been there for about a year when one day he said to me:
“A woman that I work with says that she’s Vincent Price’s cousin.”
I rolled my eyes.
Even at the young age of thirteen, I knew when somebody was shooting me a line.
“Oh, come on dad…” I said to him.
“Do you actually believe her?”
He did not hesitate for one moment before answering me.
“Oh yes, I believe her, in fact there is no doubt in my mind,” he replied.
“And what makes you so sure that she is actually Vincent Price’s cousin?” I asked.
His face suddenly became very serious.
Looking me straight in the eye he answered:
“Because she looks just like him.”