That title got your attention, didn’t it? It got mine, too. Jump back to Thanksgiving morning in the Zemon living room.
I am quietly sitting in my easy chair, sipping coffee and enjoying the peace of the day before we rush into the hustle bustle of hosting the annual turkey day feast. All is right in the world when my phone bleeps to announce a new text message. The phone says that my son says:
Having sex puts me to sleep
Okay! My heart skips a beat or two and I’m instantly thoroughly awake. How do I respond to that one? Text messaging repartee comes easily to me but this… well… left me speechless textless.
Unable to think of anything appropriate to write in reply, I phone my son. His stunned silence brings a huge grin to my face when I tell him what I received. He claims that the message was misdirected, that he had hit reply to a 2:00am message from a friend of his. Whatever.
So this Thanksgiving I am thankful for technology and humor. May you have enough of the former and plenty of the latter.
Reminds me of a story you told lo those many years ago about some embarrassed advice (complete with products, I think) your stepfather gave. How does it feel to be on his end now?
Steve,
You have a very good memory! From this end? I’m bemused.
Cheers,
— Art Z.