Sympathy for my sons
Topics/tags: Autobiographical, short
Setting: Last night. The Rebelsky living room. Son is sitting on the purple sofa [1], watching TV. Father [2] is working [3] on his computer.
Father: What are you watching?
Son: A movie.
Father watches for a few minutes.
Father: Is this that TV show with the guy who can’t die?
Son: No, it’s a movie.
Father watches for a few minutes. We’ve transitioned to a car
chase through the streets of Italy. Our heroes [4] are driving a
very fast lime green sports car. Every so often, the screen pauses
and it says something like Number 1: The Driver
or Number 6: The
Millionaire.
Father: Is this one of those Fast and Furious movies?
Son: No. It’s a Netflix movie called 6 Underground.
Father goes back to work, with the TV in the background.
Father: What’s this called again?
Son: 6 Underground.
Father then goes to the other room to work [5]. Eventually,
Father returns to the living room. Father has forgotten the
ame of the movie, but recalls that one of the characters identified
the heroes as ghosts
.
Father: Are you enjoying Ghosts?
Son: It’s called 6 Underground. It’s okay.
Father goes to bed. The next day, the conversation continues.
Father: How was Six Under?
Son: 6 Underground.
Did you ever feel like you’d become part of an Internet meme?
And don’t you feel sympathy for my sons?
Postscript: While only one son participated in this conversation, I’m pretty sure that all of my sons have had experiences like this.
[1] Or maybe it’s a chaise lounge. I can never tell.
[2] That’s me.
[3] Hypothetically.
[4] I think.
[5] Or maybe to try to watch a basketball game.
Version 1.0 of 2019-12-17.