When I’m fumbling with Snapchat, under the tutelage of my very impatient 11-year-old, I must seem exactly like my grandmother did when she couldn’t figure out how to program the VCR.
This is what it means to be old.
When I’m fumbling with Snapchat, under the tutelage of my very impatient 11-year-old, I must seem exactly like my grandmother did when she couldn’t figure out how to program the VCR.
This is what it means to be old.
