So this afternoon I was hanging out with my grandma & she said, "They're going to have a program tonight that I want to look at, but I don't know if it comes on at 8 or 9."
me: "Which program is that?"
Gr: "The something something Diaries."
me: huh. Grandma's pretty much the PBS type, so they must be having something about Anne Frank or something. I whip out my phone & search "tv The ... Diaries" in Google.
Gr: "You know those people who jump at you in the dark and sink their fangs in?"
me: "Vampires?"
Gr: "That's it! Vampires."
me: "You want to watch The Vampire Diaries?"
Gr: "Well, I'll watch it if it's on at 8, but if it's not til 9 I'll probably be asleep."
me: meanwhile, my search results are up on my phone & "The Vampire Diaries" is staring me in the face, so I click to find out what time it's on around here. "Okay, it comes on at 7," I tell her.
Gr: "Well that's just grand! I'll probably still be awake at seven. I'm going to look at that program."
... I went out to dinner with Dad & when I got back I checked in with Grandma. As soon as she saw me:
Gr: "Did you look at that scary program?"
me: "No, I missed it. I was at dinner. Did you watch it?"
Gr: "Yeah."
me: "Well, was it any good?"
Gr: "It was pretty good, but now I can't sleep."
Thus ends my compelling tale. The moral of the story: octogenarians shouldn't watch the CW without being accompanied by a minor.