My eighty-nine year old grandfather gets a call from Rogers which goes something like this:
Hi, Mr. Davey. I’m calling because we would like to upgrade your system.
Upgrade my system?
Yes, your system, your internet.
Oh, I don’t bother with systems. I read the paper!
You mean you have no internet?
No, sir.
Caller is flabbergasted and shits his pants.
How do you live?
I’m doing pretty good, sir. I’m doing pretty good.
Later as my grandfather recounts the incident, he asks his own question:
And how do you meet people on the internet, Rebecca? Like tell me. Why don’t you just join a scuba diving group?
Mon dieu, grand-père! What a question! There’s this thing called Facebook and you have profiles and…and…it’s really about efficiency, Grandpa.
Efficiency?
Yeah, efficiency.
He stares at me, this alien grandchild.
I stare back and then it happens. I shit my pants.
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Why a scuba diving group. I wonder.
Lol.
It runs in the family. Scuba nuts every one of them. Except Beth, I think she just smiles politely, waves good-bye and goes back to reading poetry. Such a nice lady Beth, the others Crazy for coco-puffs.
Just read it to Jenn and we both laughed out loud! “I shit my pants!”
Ahhh the wisdom that age brings, reflecting on it and acting on it will likely reduce your need for Depends sooner than would otherwise be necessary.
I agree with grandpa! Sadly, I’m in the ‘shit-your-pants’ world. That’s it, I’m really gonna do it. Join a club. It has to happen.
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