Thursday, 20 December 2007

Not known for his technological skills

My Dad is a big fan of quizzes and trivia, and nothing pleases him more than working out a tricky situation.
It was his birthday recently, so I had him around for dinner. My present to him was aftershave, by Kenneth Cole which comes in a wooden box. I let Dad go ahead with his usual "what's in the box" that used to drive us bat-shit every Christmas. After settling on "a miniature bottle of whiskey" (he doesn't even drink whiskey) he was delighted with the smellies.
But what he adored, was when I handed him my Christmas card from Jen, which was a photo of her 2 lovely smiling girls.
"Right Dad. Figure out how I know these kids."
Dad leans back with the air of One Who Knows All, studying intently.
"They're not New Zealanders."
I am surprised.
"Why not?"
"I don't know. They're just not. They look American."
"Alright psychic...you're right."
"Um. Have I met them? Have you met them?"
"No and no."
"They're Britt's kids."
"Dad, since Britt only got married 3 months ago, I'd find it hard to believe that she'd squeeze out a 7 and 9 year old since then."
"So someone you've never met is sending you a Christmas card of her kids."
"That's right."
He's stumped. I'm loving it, because he is impossible to stump. For someone who left school at 15, he really does know a lot of stuff. I give him a hint.
"I have my own website."
"....."
"On the INTERNET. Where I write stuff and other people read it..."
"Why?"
I am stumped.
"I don't know why. Because I'm hilarious, that's why. Now, how do you think I know her?"
"Does she read your website?"
"Yes."
"Huh."
When Dad can't work something out, he immediately loses all interest.
"The traffic was shocking coming over the bridge today."

6 comments:

Jennifer (Jen on the Edge) said...

This is hilarious! I can't wait to tell my girls when they get home!

Jennifer (Jen on the Edge) said...

Oh, and what exactly do Americans look like? How do we differ from Kiwis, especially since we come from the same British gene pool?

Did you tell your father that my people are McDonalds?

Badness Jones said...

That's a great story...my dad still won't turn on the computer himself (and he's an engineer - he's designed huge machinery all over the world!) so he totally wouldn't get the website thing either!

The Hotfessional said...

I'd love to show you all off to my parents, but then, y'know, I'd have to tell them about my site, and that would be really scary.

Aims said...

Jen - I have no idea why Dad picked your girls weren't Kiwis. He couldn't explain it either. He was chuffed to hear you were a McDonald though!

CaliValleyGirl said...

Lol...I am cracking up, so when I came to visit you 4 1/2 years ago, I left my 2 year old at home, and was pregnant with my 2nd child!

Yes, it's interesting to meet people online...my online friends have a name for it: "imaginary friends", because we talk to our "real life" friends and family about them, but there is no proof they really exist. Or "my friends from inside the computer." One of my imaginary friends actually came to my wedding...so it was like this meeting of matter and anti-matter: my imaginary life and real life colliding!