The other day I was talking with my mom, and she had ordered me a book a few days prior, and so she told me to wait on the phone while she Googled it to see where it was, delivery-wise.
That made me feel like she was so old, that that's all she had to do.
Then, when I mentioned having seen the new Star Wars with a colleague that week, she said that her and my brother had gone to a Tuesday matinee a few weeks ago to go see it.
That made me feel bad for my brother, that he was home and out of work and going to see matinees with a retired person on a Tuesday (though I'd probably go do the same to bond with my parents as well, if I was home).
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