Upon my trip to Europe in 1981, my Dad told his 20 year old son, “Don’t make me come bail you out of a Turkish Prison”. To this day, I remember those words when I travel internationally. Wise words from a wise man.
He was a barber, and would have to go to the nursing home to cut hair of people who lost their marbles. He said there was no point in arguing with them--like if they said, "Can't wait for it to be 1957 next year." Just agree with them and move on. No sense arguing with them and telling them what year it really is. It just upsets them, and it makes you crazy trying to set them straight.
My Dad told me when I began college, “Go party day and night, but don't call me from jail. I am not coming to get you. You are on your own.” I believed him. :~/