My mom has always been something of a gadget hound. The microwave. The cordless phone. The CD boom box. The Clapper. She was a consumer-electronics maven before it was fashionable. Radio Shack should have put her on its board of directors. So when she came to visit and started eyeing my handheld computer, I knew what was coming. "I've been thinking about getting one of those," she said pointedly. Perhaps it was a coincidence that her birthday was on the horizon.
Now, I am not particularly cheap. And I could think of lots of useful chores that my mother could put...
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