My Uncles and Mother came to town. They are from Ireland. They are short. They are in their 70's.
They look weird. They speak with brogues.
My Uncle Peter called from Ireland "Ach sure Charmaine, if ya woon't kome to may, I'll kome to yow."
And so he did.
My Uncle John, Uncle Peter and mudder drove to California in a white van, filled with 100 classical music CD's.
"Charmaine, would you like to see the luxury feature I've added to me van?"
"I'm interested in technology...so "Sure" I said.
It was a kitchen sized microwave positioned on the floor, behind the passenger seat, plugged into the cigarette lighter.
That's my family. Beverly Hillbillies meets Intellectual classical musician who happens to be physician...on the side.
When they left town, my uncle deposited several (like a hundred) classical music CD's in my hand. With each, he commented on a piece of music contained therein. He said, "Ah, look at this one..."Romantic Classical Music". (The romantic era was a movement in classical music.)
"Aire in the G-string" he said. He peered at my date and said, "Now don't be getting any ideas..mistha".
Co-workers created my identity on a dating website. After pretending to be me they let me in on the secret. I was very shy but went with it.
They lined up outside my office every morning to hear the gory details of each hilariously disastrous date. I started this for them.