What We've Got Here Is A Failure To Communicate

There’s certainly more than enough that’s been written about communication issues between parents and their teenaged offspring, and far be it from me to waste both valuable googletubez space and your precious time by dwelling on the subject too long, so I’ll make this brief. The following is a text message exchange that occurred yesterday between me and The Live Acorn:

Live Acorn: Can you take of home today

Dead Acorn: I don’t know what that means.

LA: Will you take of from your house to my moms tonight

DA: That sentence still doesn’t make sense … What do you want me to do?

(a few minutes go by …)

DA: So what’s the story?

LA: Soon ish can you pick me up

DA: Live Acorn … I still don’t understand what you want me to do. Write a txt explaining exactly what you’re asking.

LA: Give me a ride

DA: Live Acorn … Write a long txt. When, from where, to where, and what’s going on later.

LA: Jeez to my moms from my friend jessicas

DA: I don’t know where she lives, and you haven’t said what time.

LA: Its on hill road.

DA: Address and time. Is this really that hard?

LA: No don’t pick me up then sorry

DA: Live Acorn … I will pick you up. I just need to know an address and time. Can it be like 5:30?

(some time later …)

DA: Where are you?

LA: Home

DA: I don’t understand how I can ask 5 times for a time and an address and you DON’T tell me.

I’m not really sure what else to say. The next time you see me looking frustrated and confused, though, there’s a good chance that I’ve been trying to talk to a teenaged girl.