Pickel and Son

So I have established that the Fox clan doesn't make many landfill trips, but a close friend of mine, Mr. Pickel, needed the usage of my dad's truck. Since my dad is very protective it seemed like a good reason to tag along with Pickel. When we arrived at the dump a nice enough blue haired lady greeted us with a warm hello. She also informed us that the dump only takes cold hard cash. This required a mad dash to the nearest ATM for some cabbage before the dump closed its gates. As we rolled back in at break neck speed, I rolled down the driver's window and said Pickel as loud as possible. The sign next to the garbage lady's window said "say name loud". We then navigated the labyrinth of muddy road to the top of garbage hill and unloaded. As we pulled down the hill you have to pull back on the scales and weigh to determine your total payment. As soon as the truck hit the scales Pickel bounded from the truck and trotted over with his $20 to pay the bill. Ok, so I just happen to be a few years younger than Mr. Pickel and yes I have some grey hair. Mr. Pickel keeps his hair short and I assume has aged pretty well. I am a dude and really haven't given our looks much thought. The little white haird vixen looked up and I blurted Pickel. She looked at Mr. Pickel and said "awwww Pickel and son". I was stunned beyond words. As we drove away I repeated the falsity that this obviously half blind lady had spewed. OMG do I look old enough to be his dad. It goes without saying how happy Mr. Pickel was about the obvious mistake and I am quite sure he skipped up the driveway when I dropped him off. I am not sure but as I drove away I thought he said bye dad.....