"Something like what?" I asked.
"Could you go into the internet for me and get me a wild rice stuffing recipe?" she asked.
She went on to say that she has lost her favorite stuffing recipe, and she knows that I use the internet to get recipes, and she’s already bought the wild rice...
But my attention had been diverted when asked me to go “into the internet” for her. Like the internet is a trendy fashion boutique with obnoxiously loud house music playing. Or a basement root cellar, and she's got a bum leg.
What I actually pictured when she said it was me ripping open the seams on Google, and dropping myself down a bright tunnel of binary code where I’d find Chuck from Dooce posing with noodles on his head, and Guy Kawasaki sprinting away in a black pullover.

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