Thanks, Dad!

During the 1969-1970 school year, we girls organized and wore pants. On our protest day—some say we marched with signs—we were sent to the principal’s office. Mr. Jordan (“Jordo-Butt”), smirking, suggested that we change back into skirts and dresses. We resisted.
My dad, who was home sick, took the call.
Jordan: “Are you aware that your daughter is wearing pants today?”
“So what did she do wrong?”
“Well, nothing, exactly. I mean, there is no strict rule against pants, but I’m sure you’ll agree that it’s just nicer to see young ladies in skirts or dresses.”
“Call me when you have something to say,” said my dad/my hero.