Tuesday, 10/27/09, 8:31pm
(conversation between my grandmother and I already in progress)
LuLu: That computer that ya’ll be carrying around? That’s a laptop, huh?
Me: Yes ma’am, that’s a laptop. Why do you ask? You want us to buy you one?
LuLu: (chuckles) Heavens no, chile, I even hate this cordless phone ya bought me. I’m just wondering why dem two pilots from that plane lied about using ’em for a couple of hours.
Me: I don’t know ma’am. I mean, I suppose it could be possible that they were so focused on . . .
LuLu: Let me stop you there chile. They were focused alright, but it won’t on no little computer. Two thangs – they was either fruity boys getting right friendly or they was getting high on some kinda dope. That’s it! Don’t no other cockamamie story even make a bit of sense!
Me: (drops the phone and cracks the h*ll up)