George Sr. wipes grease on his jeans. “Buddy, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Outside, a squirrel chews through the internet cable.
“Sheldon! Get down! You’ll break your collarbone again!”
Nobody minds.
“The show, Father. The documentary crew that follows us. Are you telling me you’ve never noticed the boom microphones?”
“I’m not downloading myself . I’m downloading an artistic representation of my junior year for archival purposes. Mother refuses to buy the network’s official streaming package due to ‘price gouging,’ so I’ve taken matters into my own logical hands.”
Sheldon has climbed up with his laptop, a camping chair, and a USB antenna. He believes high altitude will improve his download speed for the next episode. Mary spots him from the kitchen window and comes running, apron flapping.