[LOBO]Complainy, already a hard-core 16 year-old ‘texter,’ has probably already lost all ability to see anything further than eighteen inches from her face at this point.
-And glasses ain’t cheap.
“Would you just call those damned people already?” I demand. “You’ve been 'tiny-typing' them for hours!”
“You work on your blog for hours,” she says absently. “Why don’t you just call them?"
“Well I … ,” I begin. “Uhn, … "
“Actually talking to people is so passé,” she says, blue screenlight reflecting in her fixed brown eyes.
“People are not a mixture of minced meat and fat in the form of spreadable paste, generally made from a finely ground or chunky mixture of meats and liver and often generally enjoyed on crackers,” I remind her.
"That's pâté," she corrects.
“Nobody likes a smart ass," I retort. "And you can’t hold me responsible for that whole 'Arkansas' thing forever: I lost my wallet, and I certainly wasn’t going to catch a deer with two cans of 'Old Style.'”
-I pause for a second, rewinding the incident in my head.
“And that jerk was wearing A1 sauce,” I recall pounding my fist into the table. “He was askin’ for it!”
Complainy blinks at her phone. “Were you saying something dad?”
“Man what is wrong with you kids today?” I demand. “Back in my day, AC/DC was cool, Ozzy was evil, and Red Hot Chili Peppers was seasoning!”“Really,” she says disinterested. “Wow.”
“And we respected our … !"
Uh-oh.
“Ah screw it,” I concede. “Just try to stay out of jail, okay?”
10 comments:
Really, is this what I have to look forward to? I am going green. No technical devices at all. Well, just my computer of course.
Weird. I swear to God I just tried to go to "Edge of Sanity" an hour ago.
What happened?
You wonder how kids make it to adulthood. ;-)
Try having 3 text addicts in the house at the same time. At night all you see is the glow of their phones. No need for TV guess I can cut off the cable now, I think the video games are on their way out the door too.....
tiny-typing. hehehe
Texting is great when you don't want to get stuck on the phone forever with someone who talks in loops and goes on and on and on.
ReformingGeek: Adulthood? I'm skeptical they will make it to dinner.
Robin: Yeah .. 'an they get that creepy blank slackjaw zombie look, all hued in blue.
... It just ain't right.
David: I would have to attach it to one of those big Remington-Rand typerwriters ... you know, the ones that were like sixty pounds?
[*clack*]
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LFOR: Yeah, but I always do the "hey my battery is almost dead ... I think I'm losing y-"
(dial tone)
-It seems more polite somehow.
I also do the dead battery thing. The only difference is that I actually take the battery out of the phone.
It's quite handy. Stops annoying calls and allows me to peacefully pass out drunk on the couch.
Sounds like we have the same kids.
And mmmmm.... pate.
I hate to age myself like this, but I experienced this with my grandson. No problem there. He remained as polite as ever with a smile and nod whenever I said something.
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