My new single source of greatest entertainment comes from watching my parents text me. To them the whole concept is still kind of a novelty to be enjoyed like 8 tracks and tetris circa 1988.
In the beginning my mom couldn't figure out how to turn off the short cut feature so I would get a lot of weird randomly timed texts that read like Buddha sayings. It was all very Zen and for a while I felt very enlightened if not clueless to anything my mom was trying to communicate. Now that she's figured out the buttons she's moved on to lingo....lingo that I don't think she really understands. I'm getting a lot of texts that read something like "Drive safe, lol."
Frankly, I don't know what's more disturbing, the fact that my mom sounds like a highschooler or that that highschooler has now sent me a friend request on Facebook.
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