Old Age in the New Age
She’s not a particularly good driver, and I smiled. But same thing the next day and the next, until I finally asked her, part jokingly: “Hey Hat, what’s with your car facing out? Worried you might not make it out of here on time?”
She turned with a frown and said, “You ninny. Ever since we got this stinkin computer you’ve been telling me, ‘Back up the drive, back up the drive.’ So I am.”
Poor thing. Now I don’t know what to tell her. Could be trouble.