Party foul

A few years ago, my parents were giving a party and my mom asked my dad if he could get coasters for the guests' drinks. My mom is kind of a Martha Stewart when it comes to etiquette (parties, not the stock market) so imagine her surprise when she walked back into the living room to discover that my dad had passed out... my sister's nursing pads as coasters for the guests.

If you don't know what these are, they are cotton discs that women that are breast-feeding will put inside their bras so that when their boobs leak, it doesn't soak through their shirt. Even 10 years later, my dad rationalized his choice with the fact that they "really were more absorbant than regular coasters" and who could really fault him for wanting to further protect the wood furniture (uh huh...).

I'm not sure which I find more amusing -- the fact that he did it without thinking there was anything unusual about it or that the female guests kept a straight face when they not only accepted them but also used them (the men really thought they were really an ingenius new type of coaster).

Now, I know this has inspired a story from your own past, so spill.

Pretty please.