Tell her what's she's won, Johnny . . . .

I received my flash drive in the mail and it was a welcome addition to my tech ensemble. I had need for one and had forgotten mine at home, but lo and behold, there was my new one - waiting for its initial assignment.

Then, a couple of days later, what to my wondering eyes did appear? But a miniature MP3 Player and matching arm gear! I am going to load it with all of my husband's favorites and present it to him for Father's Day. He's a big techno-phob so has resisted the whole MP3 culture. He's finally made the switch to CDs from cassettes but he didn't go willingly. Trying to explain why he would want to have an MP3 player goes something like the scene in Spinal Tap where Nigel is explaining to Marty why his speaker goes to 11. note - this conversation did not actually take place . . . yet . . . .
Me: You need an MP3 player.
Hubby: Why?
Me: So you can listen to your music wherever and whenever you want.
Hubby: That's what CDs are for.
Me: But this lets you have access to ALL of your CDs at once.
Hubby: When would I have time to listen to all of them in one sitting? I'll just bring the CDs I want.
Me: But what if you bring those CDs and then suddenly wish you could hear a song from a CD that you didn't bring?
Hubby: Then I'll wait until I get home, Miss Must Have Instant Gratification.
Me: But this would have all of them. ALL of THEM. Right here. No waiting.
Hubby: Too many choices. I'd never make up my mind.
Me: But you could make playlists of favorites.
Hubby: That's called a mixed tape. [see - still clinging to the old and familiar]
Me: Mixed tape? Yes, dear. It's like a mixed tape, only better. This one can last longer than 60 minutes. It can go on for hours.
Hubby: I don't have time to listen to music for hours. That's why one CD is just fine for me.
Me: But this one has all of them. All of them . . .


See what I mean? This one goes to 11.