When I was a kid, I fell on the playground at school and split my chin open. (Coordination is not my middle name.) The school nurse called my Mom, but she wasn't home. (Gasp! Mom not home? How could that be?) So she called my Dad at work to tell him to come pick me up and take me to the emergency room.
First, my Dad asked, "Which daughter?" (He had five, plus a son.)
Then, Dad asked, "Which school?" Not being entirely sure which school I attended.
Then he had to ask for directions. To the school. Because he didn't know where it was. The school that I had been attending for six years.
For some reason, that just cracks me up every time I think about it.