The sound of a head thumping on a desk...
Thursday, July 13th, 2006 08:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
My parents sent me another one of THOSE emails. You know, the kind that have a petition or some such attached to it, and a bunch of semi-hysterical diatribe from righteously outraged citizens, blah, blah, blah, and we must do something NOW to protect our Sacred American Way, blah, blah, blah... and I have to tell you, there just isn't enough chocolate on the planet to help with that! What I usually do is skim it, then go to Snopes.com and find the reference, tag it, and email it back to them. By the next day, I get a sheepish email from my dad, apologizing, or saying he had no idea, and he'll be more careful next time... until the next one arrives a few days or weeks later.
My dad is 83 years old, and taught my sisters and I to always check things out for ourselves, never take anyone's word for granted no matter how well we knew them, and make up our own minds. Which is why I find these constant emails so puzzling. Because I can tell Dad is sending this stuff on without any thought whatsoever. Just because his cousin the preacher, or his friend the doctor sent it on.
Parents. No matter how old you get, they still drive you nuts!
My dad is 83 years old, and taught my sisters and I to always check things out for ourselves, never take anyone's word for granted no matter how well we knew them, and make up our own minds. Which is why I find these constant emails so puzzling. Because I can tell Dad is sending this stuff on without any thought whatsoever. Just because his cousin the preacher, or his friend the doctor sent it on.
Parents. No matter how old you get, they still drive you nuts!