Back in 1776, I bought my parents a DVD player (they were nearly $300 at the time). Came home from boot camp and they were still using their VCR. Why? "We can't rewind on that DVD thing!" Maaaan, I threatened to take that shyt back to the PX - who cared if I had to fly back to Ft. Leonard Wood to do it?
You ain't lying.
Called me the other taking about "can you fix my computer, this ol bullshyt ass machine ain't working". I said, "pop is it plugged in?" This dude says "Oh yea, well thanks for nothing" than hangs ups.
My grandmother and her fukking cell phones...nikkas just be stealing her money. Real talk, I had her on a plan w/a hotspot for $50 (Boost Mobile - nothing to brag about, but she didn't have internet). Next thing you know, she's switched plans TWICE. One of them was a fukking Trac Phone. Now she's mad cuz she can't call anybody until she gets some money on her books - I mean minutes on her phone. I swear, they should make smartphones illegal for people over 60 unless they can pass some kind of test.
I had to drag my old man kicking and screaming from his LG Vu. I also learned the hard way that my parents were sharing a phone for the longest when I was bytching about my mom to my dad and my mom answered me back. Now he's gone and got HER a smartphone...I thank God for unlimited texting.
"You home?"
"You sleep?"
"You at work?"
"Where are you?"
"Check your email."
"Did you get my text?"
"Turn on channel _____."
"Call your mom."
"Call your dad."
"Call your grandma." (She still ain't got no minutes, but whatever.)