On one of my last trips home to visit my parents, they received a call from their neighbor, a super sharp lady in her 90s. She said she was having some trouble with her email and wondered if we could come over and look at it.
When I got there, I discovered she'd accidentally hidden a familiar toolbar. I checked the appropriate boxes to fix it, and then asked if there was anything else she needed help with. She paused, then said, "Well . . . I keep getting all these messages from men who want to date me."
"They say something like Zook."
I immediately recalled the existence of Zoosk, an online dating website that's usually advertised in the margins on Facebook, where (of course) this lively lady is also my friend.
"Oh, do you think maybe you got signed up for something by mistake?"
"Well, I don't know, I must have."
I scrolled through her email, which was teeming with requests. "I can get you unsubscribed from this service, but are you sure you aren't interested in any of these guys?"
"No, take me off of there. I mean, honestly. One of those men was only 83! Now what would I ever want with him?!"
Evidently cradle robbing is still a concern in the nonagenarian world.