My Dad turned me into a FOB

I submitted one of my FOB stories to mydadisafob.com but I doubt it will be posted so I rather post it here instead. 

When I was 8 or 9 years old, I would go with my dad on the weekend to the Mile High Flea Market to purchase fruits and vegetables for his catering business.  One time, he was very thirsty and asked me to go purchase a soda for him.  Here is how the conversation went down…

Dad: Go buy me a drink.
Cuong: What do you want?
Dad: a Su-pris.
Cuong: Huh?
Dad: I want a su-pris.
Cuong: Surprise? uhh. ok.

(I went up to the counter and talked to the gentlemen selling drinks)

Man: What can I get for you today?
Cuong: Can I get a surprise?
Man (smiling and giggling then laughing): What did you want again?
Cuong: Nevermind.

(Going back to my dad)

Dad: Where is my drink?
Cuong: They ran out.

(I realized afterwards that he meant to say Sprite but I just didn’t understand at the time being. FML)

Yes, I have horrible photochopping skills.