So I got Dad what he asked for, a new razor for his face.
So apparently, once upon a time, about 50 years ago, razors were really simple to operate and didn’t require any operating manual or special knowledge.
Apparently this razor can do everything but make coffee, my Dad’s favorite expression. The used car I bought last year can do everything but make coffee. The tablet where he listens to recordings of the church services we miss also can do everything but make coffee. Coffee is really important to him.
So after about two hours of him manhandling this poor razor I finally convinced him to just plug it in and let it do it’s thing.
“But these metal things are supposed to touch these metal things and they don’t!”
“Um,” I said, looking at it for a moment. “Actually, they do.”
“They don’t lock together!”
“They’re not supposed to! They’re just supposed to touch and from that touch they gather up all the electricity they need.”
“Well, how is that a good idea? That’s not how it was when I was younger.”
Anything I say after that point is going to get me in trouble. So I say the next best thing. “All those razors you had when you were younger broke, didn’t they? Well, here’s one that works. Just let it charge up some.”
I know I’ll get old too but I hope that my “old” isn’t like his “old”. I need to be a nerdy old person who can plug and play.