So I'm getting this free Slaab, an old '89 with the old body style that I used to hate back in '89 (when I was about 11) but now I just dig 'em.. don't ask me why. Anyhow, I'm heading down to Mass. tomorrow to pick it up from my gracious uncle and, well, of course I need a ride since I can only drive one car back. I was going to take the train down to Haverhill and get him to pick me up there but then my father offered to take the short road trip with me.. I told him I needed to check with my uncle to make sure he'd be around tomorrow and I'd get back to him.. Well, I forgot.. but he remember so I got an IM from him.. (yah, my dad, on IM.. cripes)
RetiredGuy: heard anything?
BritCoal: Nope.. you think he'd be home from work by now?
BatchRetired: seems so
BritCoal: okay, let me call
BatchRetired: right on
So not only does my dad use IM but he says
right on.
Cripes.