My
retired mother brought me her brick and mortar Best Buy receipt
For me to
check if she purchased the right iPad thingy to sing to music in the car
Last
Christmas, when I still placated the cult of Jesus
I bought
my parents an iPod filled with tunes and a docking station
The folks
currently require dual occupancy on said device
When
traveling separately therefore a replicated machine was acquisitioned
However
duplicating the exact device was arduous despite
The
audacious notion of bringing the present one to the store and clamoring
“Hey blue
shirt, sell me another one like this.”
Technology
changes, befuddling those in concert with old books
Farm
machines and crop plagues, so in there came an iPod touch
Freshly
sealed from Foxconn
I then
flipped the box and offered a visual side-by-side to mother
16GB in
new, 160GB in old, Greece is bankrupt and so is there language
She says,
“I don’t understand all that. I don’t
want to, that is not my generation.”
I asked
her, “Are you dead? ”
I imagine
what conversations my daughter and I will have
Thirty
years from now
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