Yep, my Dad’s at it again. You won’t believe this one.
My entire family was sitting around the dinner table after my mom and dad had returned from a weekend trip (during which I had stopped over to feed their cat).
Me: So, Dad, what was that lumpy plastic bag downstairs by the cat’s food?
Dad: All the poop I saved.
Me: (almost chokes on a mouthful of dinner roll) What?
Dad: That cat puts out more than she takes in, so I did an experiment.
Me: What do you mean, experiment?
Dad: I bought a new bag of cat food and when it was all gone, I weighed all her poop to compare.
Me: Say what?
Dad: I weighed the poop and compared it to the weight of the cat food. 2 lbs of cat food. 3 lbs of poop. Something is wrong with that cat.
Me: Did you weigh just the poop?
Dad: What do you mean? I scooped it out and kept it in the bag.
Me: Did you weigh her urine?
Dad: Well, I guess. But that can’t weigh that much.
My sister: I think it does.
Dad: Nah. Probably not that much.
Me: You use scoopable litter. That clumps around the urine and weighs a lot.
Dad: I don’t think so. And I factored in the weight of the litter on the poop.
Me: How did you do that?
My sis: He counted the kernels on each turd.
All I kept thinking with each bite of my food was I cannot believe we are having this conversation.
He’s going to redo the experiment without the urine and report back.
If you’ve followed me on Twitter or Facebook you might’ve seen that I occasionally like to poke fun at my parents. I adore them immensely, but they just say and do the funniest stuff. It’s hard to resist. Plus, my family is known for teasing those we love. Not sure I’ve ever shared some of their funnier moments here on the blog. I figured it was time to remedy that.
My dad’s incredibly smart, especially when it comes to repairing things and working out problems, which is what makes this story even funnier. He also has this little problem of not listening after he asks a question.
So, he got a Kindle for Christmas. He’s been wanting to try out reading e-books and this past year libraries started offering e-book loans for the Kindle. He doesn’t have the 3G version or wireless at home, so I gave him the instructions for loading a library book onto his Kindle via USB. In an effort not to confuse him, I read the instructions right off the website while he followed along with the first book.
It went great. He was reading on his Kindle in no time.
Then…
He tried to load his second book.
He ran into a few problems and gave me a call. Here’s how the conversation went.
Dad: When I click to get the book, it says Save or Find. Do I click to save it?
Me: Yes, then drag it to the Documents folder on the Kindle.
Dad: Okay, I’ll try it and call you back if it doesn’t work.
A few minutes later…
Ring…
Dad: So I drag it to the Kindle?
Me: Yes. Into the Documents folder.
Dad: Okay. I did that. Let me unhook the Kindle and see if it’s there. I’ll call you back.
Ring…
Dad: When I plug in my Kindle the book is there, but when I look at the Kindle it’s not.
Me: When you plug it into the computer, you see the file on the Kindle?
Dad: Yes, it’s there on my Kindle’s homepage.
Me: What homepage?
Dad: The one I see when I UBS the Kindle.
Me: (trying desperately not to laugh at “U B S”) Did you put it in the Documents folder?
Dad: Yes.
Me: In the actual Documents folder on the Kindle?
Dad: Yes.
Me: Okay, when the Kindle window opens on your computer, what do you see?
Dad: Let me plug it in and I’ll call you back.
Ring…
Dad: Okay, I have the Kindle with the UBS to the computer. It says… (reads from the screen the list of directories on the Kindle then below those the name of the book he’s trying to load)
Me: Okay, that means it’s not in the Documents folder.
Dad: Oh, okay. So I put it in the Documents folder?
Me: Yes, just drag it to the Documents folder.
Dad: Okay, let me try that and then check the Kindle again. I’ll call you back if it doesn’t work.
Ring…
Dad: It worked! I guess you have to put it in the Documents folder. The Kindle didn’t load it unless it was in that folder.
Me: Ah, that must be it!
Isn’t that a priceless conversation? I couldn’t stop laughing after I hung up.
