A long time ago I had a cousin who was going to do a daddy / daughter dance as part of her dance recital. The daughters were going to dress up as sailors and the dads were going to wear grass skirts and coconut bras. When her dad heard about this he said something to the effect of “Hell no! I don’t care if you have to pay someone $100, I am not going to do it.” I overheard this comment and was never one to turn away a little cash, so I volunteered.
I was about 13 or 14 at this time, and this dance recital was being held at TPAC with a pretty large audience and spotlights on us. There is a picture floating around somewhere and I am never going to live it down.
Today, her dad and I has the following exchange.
Me: “If you don’t want to write a poem then I think you should do an interpretive dance”
Him: “How about a nude mime? (now that’s funny)”
Me: “Nah, that is scary. Maybe you should hire a stunt double for that one.”
Him: “I did that last time… remember the coconuts?”
Me: “touche”
He won 
