Grandma at the electronics store

There was something unusually determined in the way Grandma walked into the electronics shop that morning. She looked right and left, like a secret agent on a mission. The shop assistant tried to judge her age, but quickly gave up — her pink sunglasses made it impossible. She was a small woman with bright eyes so intense as to suggest she was about to buy the whole shop. “This was the most she had said all week,” her grandson whispered — and now she was unstoppable. “Excuse me,” Grandma said, clearing her throat importantly, “I want a smartphone.” The assistant smiled politely. “Of course, ma’am. What kind would you like?” “I presume,” she said, “to get the one that takes the best selfies.” He tried not to laugh but questioned the propriety of selling the latest iPhone to someone who still called Wi-Fi ‘Why-Fee’. Grandma didn’t suffer any embarrassment — on the contrary, she seemed proud of her confidence. After half an hour, she managed to send her first message — to herself. To her satisfaction, it said: “Hello, me. You’re amazing.” Busy or not, the assistant always found time to help unusual customers, but Grandma was his masterpiece. When she finally brought her shopping to a conclusion, she turned and said: “Young man, you should be grateful. I just made your day more exciting.”