Q: So do you think the 49-year-old son whom we met last Sunday evening really gets paid $35/hour by his mother to take out his 86-year-old dad for dinner and get him out of the house?
Eric: Uh, no. I think he was joking.
Q: Now that you saw a full episode of Downton Abbey at the special screener you took me to last Sunday, will you be watching the final season 6 with me?
Eric: Uh, no (and an emphatic one at that).
Q: So do you think less of my dad, your father-in-law, because after three years of him telling me that I have to watch Downton Abbey, I finally gave in — and it’s really his fault that I got hooked on the show?
Eric: Ugh. I try not to judge people for what they watch on tv. To each his own. If he likes to watch old lady dramas, then that’s fine with me.
Q: We spent our first full day in Chattanooga. What do you think of the city?
Eric: I like that it was only an hour and twenty minutes away.
Q: What aggravated you this week?
Eric: When Walmart couldn’t find the photographs you ordered anywhere. And when they looked it up by the order number, it said they were done. They just couldn’t figure out where they filed them.
