An actual conversation that I’m having with my actual family via texting right now:
What you need to know is that my mom and brother are flying up to visit me in New York today (for essentially their first trip to the city, although Mom was here overnight once before), but my dad wasn’t able to get away from work.
6:24am Mom: On 85 :)
(Texting Mom at significant points is a tradition for us that dates back to me being SUPER excited about going. . . well, kind of about going pretty much anywhere. “On 85!” “Just hit the Florida state line! Ow.” “Found the ocean!”)
7:18am Mom: Checked in! 7:31am Me: Yay!!! Call me from the gate! Mom: Ok, sitting with dad for a few minutes. Me: Hi dad!!!
(In my mind’s eye, Dad–who has never been to NY and always wanted to go–is now arm-wrestling Mom for control of the handset.)
Dad: Hey there. Have a good time for me. Me: Nope. I've got YOUR first trip up here already planned. So I'm saving your good time til then. Me: It's called the 'ZOMG! My Dad Would LOVE That' trip, and it already has eleventy-six stops on it. 7:45am Dad: Remember who you're talking to. I don't have a clue what you just said. 7:50am Me: Eleventy-six is like twenty-six or thirty-six, but better. 7:52am Me: And possibly on performance-enhancing drugs.