Me: “It worked! Welcome, 1950’s Man, to the year 2011!”

1950’s Man: “Please, my father is Mr. Man. Just call me 1950’s. So what’s the future like?”

Me: “Well, I just ordered a pizza & my computer told me the name of the person who’s making it!”

1950’s Man: “…”

Me: “…so…like, if you look here you can see that the quality check is currently underway…”

1950’s Man: “I…uhm…I have to go back to my own time now.”

Me: “Wait! Don’t you want to know the exact minute she put the pizza in the oven?? Come back!”

Well, that could have gone better. We’ll try again soon with someone from a hipper era. Stay tuned.