My father recently discovered the joy of using the internet. For several months, I have been trying to instill his critical thinking skills. Looking at the trend of YouTube, he sometimes tells us that Russia has mine the tectonic plates of the United States, and may drown the mainland. A ghost and a clairvoyant. I have to look for the prushes and prove that he has seen some shrimp again. Fortunately, the father adequately perceives the facts and upset that no sensation has occurred, leaves to google the curiosities further.
And then one day he told me:
More than 70 years after the Titanic crash, a 10-month-old girl was found sailing from it.
“Figny something,” I replied without apologizing, continuing to study my old notebook.
You listen to! She said she was on the Titanic with her parents. Named their names. We checked, and indeed, such a young couple with a child was on Titanic.
A 10-month-old girl told me.
The father shrugged his eyebrows and condemned:
Actually, a shit of something.