December 11th, 2011. A day that will live in technological infamy.
In a surprise attack more shocking than Pearl Harbor, my phone was suddenly and unexpectedly bombarded by a most unlikely aggressor. After regaining my composure, I could not believe what I saw.
Unidentified Person using my Dad’s phone: Muchos tacos whatcha doin
Me: Please tell me this is mom
Unidentified Person: it aint mom im hi tech now
Me: Mom I know that’s you
UP: Its your duck partner
Me: Whoever has stolen this phone please return it immediately
UP: No theft my bell slough amigo
UP: Are u up off the floor yet
Yes, it seems my father has officially joined the technological revolution. This is the dawn of a new era for mankind.
What transpired yesterday is not the only evidence I have. When I was home for my mom’s birthday this weekend, I observed — with my own eyes — my dad using a computer. He has even learned what “websites” are, although he has difficulty getting to them. He has trouble finding the browser button, doesn’t know how to scroll, and types slower than moss grows on trees. But while it may be just a small leap for man, it’s one giant leap for my dad.
Then I asked him to burn me a copy of my Mom’s Adele CD. And he did. On his ancient 90s-eque CD burner in the attic.
Maybe all is not lost.