one time back when my parents were first living together/married, my mother woke up in the middle of the night to see my dad reading a book. this was WEIRD, ok, my father never ever ever reads books. and so she was like “wtf, are you reading a book?” and he was like “not really. it’s an airline schedule.” and it was. It was an airline schedule that he had stolen from the Lufthansa check-in counter at the airport when nobody was looking. he’d just snuck back there and taken it. and then used it for bedtime reading. and that’s just about the most quintessential story of my dad I have ever heard. strange & impulsive petty crime + airline schedules being his idea of entertaining reading material.