Dad: I bought some new albums from iTunes last night
Mum: That’s very technomological of you
Dad: I just can’t work out how I paid for them
I am rolling my eyes
Mum: Well they can’t be free can they?
My eyes are about to fall out of my head
Dad: Dunno, it didn’t ask me for any money
I can’t help myself at this point
Me: Dad, I set you up an iTunes account over a year ago. It’s linked to Mum’s credit card. Every time you buy a song or album from iTunes, Mum’s credit card gets charged for it
Dad: Really? Cool – I’m going back online to buy shitloads more now
Mum: You’re welcome
I know this conversation is not overly weird to you
Please keep in mind that we have this SAME conversation on EVERY tour
And every tour Dad gets excited at the thought of shopping with Mum’s credit card
And every time Mum says you’re welcome
Does this mean they’re getting old?
Is this like the first sign?
I don’t reckon I have to start worrying about them until they start to smell like powdered milk
And wet farts