The Work of the Devil
I'd heard a while back about the frequency that can't be heard by anyone old enough to have driven a Pacer. I was fascinated by the subject the same way I was fascinated by sea worms, and then I forgot all about it. Until Sadie and Justin came in this weekend and tormented me with his mosquito ringtone that everyone--EVERYONE--except me could hear. Oh, what fun!
"Mom can't hear it; she's too old."
"Greg can still hear it!"
"You taking your Geritol, Mom?" (Right, I know. I'm the only one who knows what Geritol is.)