The internet guy came to the house this morning (cause while I’m here I’m forcing my parents to get wireless). I have no idea who this man is, but he’s very very intense. I walk in still in my pajamas with bedhead and all and he’s doing his thing and…

Intense Internet Dude: Oh good! You’re in town, Tim will be very happy!
Me: Um… do I know you? Who’s Tim?
IID: Tim! You know Tim!
Me: No. No I don’t know Tim.
IID: Great then! It’ll be like a blind date! He sure knows you though, he’s gonna be so happy!
(at this point he looks at my mom and smiles all big and she gets all happy - I resist the urge to punch her)
Me: Wait. What?
IID: I’ll give him your number and he can call you. Or are you good at that texty thing? Cause Tim sure like the texty thing. I’ll have him text you.
(the fact that the guy working on our internet problems refers to texting as “texty thing” somewhat worries me)
Me: ….
IID: Anyway, it was good to see you! Tim’s gonna be so happy!
(he starts to leave)
Me: Hold on! At least let me google him… ugh.