Hadn’t seen my parents for a while.
Reminds me of a day in my youth when the local boys had talked me into some fun & games they were enjoying which was to ride in the front of a shopping cart downhill. Of course I hopped in, and they let go.
Three feet off the ground, picking up speed, no way to control, and the only way to make it end is to rock it out of control in order to wreck it.
THAT is three hours with my parents.

My mother querying me on my computer qualifications:
“What kind of computer do you own?”
“A Dell? Well maybe you know something about computers. I was at the library trying to look something up on the computer, and I don’t know how to do that.”

Me: what were you trying to look up?
her: I don’t want to tell you, but it had something to do with being a donor.
me: what, like clothing or money?
her: it was something like donor dot o-r-g

My nephew walks into the room and says to her “are you still trying to get somebody to help you commit suicide by giving away your organs?”