It's what day?

My thought process:
"Hey, there's a dog two cars up ahead."
"That dog's pretty cute."
"Wonder what he's leaning on.  Can't see through the windshield of the car ahead."
"It... it looks like... flannel?"

( What the actual fuck )

OK, STORY TIME.

When I was in college, my mom and sister always got a week off in mid-February for winter break, so the family would usually drive up to visit me.  One year, my dad decides to take us out to a nice dinner at one of those Japanese cook-at-your-table restaurants, and the place is packed.  So my dad asks the waiter, "Is there something going on tonight?  It seems really busy for a Tuesday."

The dude chuckles a little bit, but my dad presses on.  "Is there some kind of event here?  A convention?"

The waiter stops laughing and looks kind of sympathetically at my mom.  "Uh... seriously?"

"Yes," says my dad.

"Um, sir, it's Valentine's Day."

"Whoops."

Have we let him forget it a single Valentine's Day since then?  We have not.