I had the following conversation today:
Little Brother: Oh, I finally know what I want for Christmas.
Me: Yeah? What?
Him: A USB drive.
Me: A USB drive?
Him: Yup.
Me: That's not very exciting.
Him: Nope.
Me: You realize that, if this was fifteen years ago, the same arrangement would have me getting you some floppy disks, right?
Him: Right.
Me: You sure that's what you want?
Him: It's useful.
Me: ... OK. You got it.
I also got socks for my mother. At her behest, and they are thermal socks. But still. They're socks. I just feel like Buzzkill Aunt Helen over here. Way this is going, I'm going to end up getting my dad some dental floss.
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