Newsagent: Hello?
Me: Hi. I'd like to settle my parents' newspaper delivery account, please.
Newsagent: No problem. Name?
Me: Dare. Like the word, D-A-R-E.
Newsagent One second.

(Tap-tap-tap into his computer with my credit card payment, pauses for thought.)

Newsagent: Ah yes... hehe, you're the guy that buys those dirty mags, eh?

(Stunned pause.)

Me: ... I'm sorry?
Newsagent: Y'know - "Tracks" or whatever it's called.
Me: Oh, surfing mags! Yeah, that'd be Dad.
Newsagent: Ah. Well, umm, is... everything OK?
Me: Uhh, yeah. They're just caravaning round Oz.
Newsagent: Good-o! Hoo-roo.