No, this post won't be about birds.
This post will be about myspace.
And facebook.
Parents wonder why parents aren't allowed to be "facebook friends".
Parents wonder what adult children are up to that they don't know about.
Parents assume all their adult children are busy with upstanding activities and good work in the community.
Parents wonder if the adult children are not dissing their parents.
Even worse.
Parents wonder if their adult children even ever think about them (the parents) at all ever.
Dear adult children,
Call your parents.
They aren't techno savvy so they can't text or facebook or organize their digital photographs. They fumble at the ATM/debit thingie~bob at the store. Checking their own groceries out at the automated checker check out gives them heart palpitations. That's why Lucky's has a checker standing at the ready at the automatic check out. For the parents of adults. Parents of adult children try to remember their secret pin #.
Some parents can't even type.
So call them.
After all, they bought the first techno stuff!
They bought $100 portable calculators when they first came out.
You should'a seen Gramma Annie's adding machine with the huge ole buttons and a crank, omg.
So call your parents, with your real live voice.
They love to hear it.
They know how to answer phones quite competently.
love,
the 'rents.
The Best Mistake
3 months ago
1 comment:
You don't talk *rap when you speak on this topic, my dear friend!
(or on any, for that matter...).
I am with ya all the way!
Call the parents - it's a little thing to pick up the phone and say Hi I love you - or whatever.
And yes - I do remember adding machines like your grandma's.
And yes - those first calculators - we thought they were magical - and now they're given away as freebie advertising gifts.
Who would'a thought?!?
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