We were watching a match on the Tennis Channel.  Matt and Dad were talking about the quality of the different tennis courts around us.

Dad (to Matt):  You know where you should play?  (To me) Is that the senior center where we used to play?

Me:  You mean the community center?

Matt:  Are you talking about the one off of Lugonia?  That’s the YMCA.  I called there once.  You have to pay to play…or get a membership there.  And it’s not like you can bring a friend in.  They have to pay, too.

Dad:  You’re supposed to pay?

Me:  Oh.  We always just walked in.  The gate was unlocked.  We didn’t know.  Oops.

Matt:  I’ve heard that the courts at the University of Redlands are really nice.

Me:  Oh, I walked by there last week.  You have to be a student, alumni, or faculty to play there.  I guess you would need an ID or something.

Dad:  You want to go down to Alvarado?

Tin:  Whoa!  You want to go get some fake IDs?

Me:  What?  We’re going to do this like Neal Caffrey?  Watch out!

Dad:  We’ve been watching too much White Collar.