What is your favorite family story?

When I was a child, my parents had a habit of befriending the owners of the restaurants they frequented. Consequently, whenever they dined out, there was always a certain amount of fanfare and commotion to be witnessed upon arrival. "Hello. How are you? How nice to see you, etc. etc." In this regard, my mother tells a story about how she and my father met the owner of a Chinese restaurant in Los Angeles, a friendly older gentleman with a thick Mandarin accent who introduced himself as "Wheat Shit." "Wheat Shit?" my mother repeated, thinking the name more than odd. "Yes. Wheat Shit," was the very clear response. Thus, for the next year, everytime my parents visited the restaurant, they exhuberantly greeted Wheat Shit by name with hand shakes and hugs. And then one day, not seeing Wheat Shit upon arrival, my mother asked the Maitre d' where Wheat Shit was. "Who?" the Maitre d', responded. "Wheat Shit -- the owner?" my mother clarified upon receiving a blank stare.  "Oh, you mean Richard," the Maitre d' replied. "He's not here today."

True story.