Navy is the new black: the story of the missing pants

My dad is a regular guy. With regular issues. He forgets things.

He is on vacation and discovered he was missing something. He sent me an email and asked that I stop by his house, dig through his closet, grab his black pants -- that he needs for a special occasion -- and forward them to his sunny digs in Arizona.

I did.

Then I got this message.

"I do not remember if I thanked you for going by the house to pick up my black pants so here is a thank you.

However, the pants you chose were Navy Blue."