“Yeah, my son just got one of those things… What are those things called?” He asked his question while making a hand motion that looked like he was dusting an imaginary tabletop with imaginary flour because he was about to roll out imaginary dough.

I just shrugged my shoulders because I needed at least a better clue than it’s a thing that could be obtained by his seventeen year old son.

“Those electronic things”

This time I turn my palms up while I raise my eyebrows – still not enough information.

“That holds the songs”

“An Ipod?”

“Yeah, an Ipod. He got this Ipod that will hold ten thousand songs. I don’t even know ten thousand songs!”