The Assignment

Once upon a time, I was chilling on the back of my porch surrounded by approximately seven (7) citronella candles like some weird bug bait-and-switch ritual watching Surviving Summer on Netflix (and for real, it would be surviving because surfing in Australia is like, what? You have to wear wetsuits all the time? And, yes, you do because the water never gets above 70 degrees no matter what season and so there are no bikinis and somehow everyone is okay with that but they have huge spiders so I guess they're not afraid of being cold or anything else...down under...there...)

Wow. That was rambly. I apologize for monologuing so hard at you.

Anyway, I was chilling on my porch, and I had an interesting idea.

So I texted Mike: " 

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaait, wait this is better if I do it in pictures.

"Better to show, than to tell" - a motto that lollygags through my consciousness nowadays

Now in case anyone wants to get all OFfeNDed, check yourself.

I am talking about a very specific type of boomer here. 

If you are a part of the generation called "Baby Boomer" or "boomer" for short and you have a very normal picture of yourself smiling like a normal person on Facebook, I am not describing you here. 

You are normal. 

Congratulations.

I'm talking about the curmudgeony, crustier folk who despise technology for even asking their name, email address (@aol.com, probably), and picture on a social network platform that, guess what, is social-facing. 

Naturally, they angle their front facing camera as though they don't know how to use their phone or camera at all with the appropriate scowl to reflect the disdain of even having to do such a thing. 

And then they just go with it. 

That.

That boomer.

That's what I'm talking about here.

We've all seen it. It's a phenomenon.

And Mike and I wanted to see if we could recreate it, not being natural scowling boomers ourselves.

But you can tell I am trying SOOOOOOOOOO HARD not to bust out laughing. You can see it at the corners of my very lips.

My lips are very. Lips.

Said I, in between bouts of giggles and deleted pictures

And then

And then

My response:

Constructive criticism

And then my attempt:

Preeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeach. He's really getting into the curmudgeon boomer energy now!

And then.

Oh man.

And then.

Mike understood The Assignment.

Behold:

Hahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa NAILED IT

So yeah, that.

That's what I'm talking about.

And then just for fun:

But never forget the time that Mike understood The Assignment.

You saw it here first at True Story, the blog that has operational for 14+ years.

Except for 2018. That was a transitional year? I guess? Maybe?

I invite you to your own photo challenge. Even if it you just keep it between yourselves.

Just a normal Sunday night.

Why would you ever ever ever ever I mean ever need to use NumLock,
TWS