My radio sitcom pilot script finally got read by a producer with some very impressive credits to his name, who apparently said Really Nice Things about my abilities as a writer. Though to be fair, he didn't say them to me but to the Famous Comedian who passed the script on to him.
When I told my Dad, his immediate reaction was to ask "Are you sure the Famous Comedian isn't just pretending that the producer said Really Nice Things? You know, so you don't feel bad?"
Ah, nothing like a bit of paternal support.