So, if all is going well, my automatic comic apparatus has successfully implanted yet another comic into your brain tickler device.
My grandma Marty, bless her soul, used to get mad at me when she couldn’t remember what computers were called.
She’d say things like “you know, that machine that you use to do the things with. The MACHINE!”
I’d respond: “My guitar amplifier?”
Marty: “No! You know, the machine!”
Me: “I honestly don’t have any idea what you’re talking about.”
Marty: “AAAAHHH! DANNY. You KNOW what I’m talking about. The. Machine. That. You. Use.”
Me: “The microwave?”
We’d do this for a good 30 minutes before I’d finally figure out that she was talking about the computer.
It passed the time.
And really, thought it is of great importance to my life, it wasn’t something that she had any experience with. It was this alien form of technology that was completely outside of her life.
I’m not really making fun of her, so much that I think that it’s funny that she would simply repeat the same things, hoping that I’d know what she was talking about.
At first she’d just say “the machine” but that quickly devolved into her yelling “THE MACHINE” as loud as she could muster. She acted like I was playing dumb, but I didn’t know what the Hell she was talking about.
I truly miss that woman.
- Daniel
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