My dad has a mobile phone!
It would have been even more shocking if he’d bought it himself, but I gave it to him. He said, he did not need it, but mom and us – his kids – have convinced him that it might come in handy some time. For emergencies and groceries. The man is nearly sixty, yet every morning – before work – he’s on his bicycle delivering the newspaper, every evening he brings around mail. Sometimes he rides 40 km through the forest alone. Dad does not need a mobile, it’s for our peace of mind he has one with him. Just in case.
Anyway, as my dad is not the biggest lover of new technologies, I wrote him a manual, and it’s the same brand of phone as my mom’s, so he’ll be fine. I hope.
