Recently in a spare parts store. I am standing with my father, a girl who is buying a towel for a car for the first time. I pick up a bottle, and Daddy walks behind his wallet. The further dialogue:

No need, I will pay myself. My own car!
Seller-woman, indulgence: Never prevent a man from taking care of you.
I, on the machine: It’s not a man, it’s a daddy!

She found nothing to object to.