It’s 11:00 pm, and Middle Guy (who just got a brilliant almost-perfect report card, and pretty darn good SAT scores as well) is wrapping up a study group in his bedroom downstairs. He’s got two friends over, prepping for a math test tomorrow.
They’re playing their music kinda loud (small objects on my office floor are rattling), and I’d like them to turn it down; but they won’t hear me from the top of the stairs, and they’re on the phone (both lines, it appears) getting outside help, so I can’t call…I may actually have to walk downstairs and knock on his door.
…wait! I can IM him!
me: TURN IT DOWN!!
him: Turn what down? I can’t hear you, the music is too loud…
me: OK, I’m shutting down the router then.
him: NOOOOO! Ok, I’ll turn it down…
…and he did. Order is restored within the household, thanks to internet messaging protocols.
Well done. Now reward yourself by eating another bag of Cheetos. (Oh, you might have to get up for that.)
Ouch.
A.L.
ROFL.
We have neither IM nor an in house network. I have gotten emails informing me that dinner is ready.
Man, can I relate. But the router is in the kids room. My line is to throw the breaker. “Noooooo.”
David