Coversation with Pop about my blackberry, after handing it to him to say hi to my sister:
Him: I can't talk on that thing!
Me: Yes you can. It's a phone, Dad.
Him (talking the phone and holding it to his ear like a bomb about to detonate): This is weird. There's no talky-thing! It's like talking into a Toaster Streudle!
Toaster. Streudle. Amazing.
Later on in the night:
Me: Dad, I think the phone line is down.
Him: Well, you'll have to use your waffle.
If this whole retirement thing doesn't work out for him, I think he should seriously consider a job at RIM. In marketing.
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