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The original was posted on /r/twoxchromosomes by /u/gottaloveagoodbook on 2023-09-22 14:55:15.

My father’s best friend has a son. That son fell in love with the daughter of a wealthy family. The son and daughter are happy and cute together, and married about five years ago.

The daughter works at the international business her family runs. She does very well. Obscenely well. They make a product you’ve absolutely heard of. No, I’m not going to tell you which one it is.

Ever since these two crazy kids got married, my father has been somewhat-subtly hinting that the two of them should help him out. Send him one of their better products for free. Give him a job. Maybe just take him out to dinner and pick up the bill.

He doesn’t make these requests very often. He sees the couple quarterly, but he only requests something every-other year at the most. The couple have always shut him down kindly.

It came off as a little tacky to me, but I’m neurodivergent so I’m usually wrong about this kind of stuff. I figured that if he was asking infrequently and graciously accepting their Nos, there wasn’t a problem.

Well. I was trapped in a car trip with Dad for over an hour this week and he wouldn’t stop fuming about the way he was being treated. He thinks the daughter, in particular, should show him some respect. She should have personally sent him a message saying that there were no positions available. She should be acknowledging his requests in writing, even when they were going to tell him no.

And I just… what?

I asked him why exactly he thought she had to do that. He said he’s earned that much respect because he’s in his 70s. (He’s been on this kick lately where he thinks his age allows him to bestow unquestioned wisdom on the masses and get back only blind respect in return. Even though his hot takes are mostly garbage.)

Then he said that ‘she doesn’t even have a real job anyway’, so she has the time. This young lady recently earned a PHD and now sits on her family’s board of directors. I’m 99% sure she’s busier than the two of us combined.

I was about ten seconds away from blurting out, “Why would a brilliant, happily married, 20-something heiress give a damn what a fat, old, miserably divorced man thinks about her?”

Thankfully I stopped myself and redirected. But I’m not sure if I’ll be able to pull that off next time. And for many reasons I need to make sure Dad doesn’t cut me off right now.

So. I need scripts.

What’s the best way to gently but firmly tell an man to stop expecting a 20-something Dr. Executive to cater to him because I’m Old and I Changed Your Husband’s Diapers?