At 9:30 this very evening, my doorbell rang, fiercely. At my door was my next-door neighbor kids (I think, it was dark, hair was styled differently, boy child was wearing glasses and a ponytail), asking if I had a computer they could use.
After picturing them either sitting in the living room with the laptop or picking through the mess in my spare room to use the desktop one, I told them sorry. I smell! I haven't showered! I'm watching Frasier reruns! I don't want teenagers I barely know surfing the web on my couch.
It was exceedingly odd, and I feel like a curmudgeon to boot, because who doesn't have a computer?