“Now I know this is a side tangent and a little bit irrelevant, but just wow. Have you seen this stuff on Twitter?” He says as he points intensely at his phone. “I have been going on Twitter a lot lately and boy there’s a lot of really wild stuff on there.”

“Like have you seen this meme?” He says as I sigh harder and deeper than I ever have in my entire life. “Twitter just has such great comedy, it’s so funny.” He continues, ignoring my complaints. “I know this doesn’t really connect with our previous conversation but wow I love Twitter.”

“Please dad, I was just talking about something completely unrelated to memes and Twitter.” I said. “But Twitter has great comedy, son.” He responds. “Its humor is … so funny.”

“It has something you know, it’s very just, like, different, I think. There’s just something about it I guess. I just really like it, you know? It’s my real connection with the youths of the present day.”

“Dad please don’t follow me on Twitter, I’m begging you.” I plead with him. “Sorry champ, already done!” He winks back at me. An awkward silence follows as I comprehend my new existence. An existence that can no longer include scrolling through Twitter because my dad ruined it. Thanks dad.

Oh by the way dad, can you help me with my car?