Mom hears of iPod

The other day, I’m sitting at my computer, and my mom asks me if I’ve heard of an iPod. (Mind you, I’ve had it for over a year and a half now.) I pick it up off my desk and hold it in the air. “Oh, is that the white thing in you car?” I nodded. “So you don’t carry your CDs anymore?” I shook my head. “That’s good.”

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Bryan Villarin

Bryan works at Automattic. Cat whisperer. Sometimes, a photographer and card magician.

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