Yeah, I've always said (and still maintain) that I'd rather die in the first wave/initial blast or whatever, rather than try to survive through the aftermath. What kind of existence is on the other side of something like that? Personally, not one I'm interested in.
Growing up in the Northeast, we got very used to wearing our puffy winter coats over our costumes most years. If you were lucky it was clear and cold, but most years it either snowed or rained.
I’m guessing you missed the time period where opening the wrong page would give you an infinite loop of un-closeable pop-up windows with background music.
Now we're graced with its spiritual successor - the full-screen browser tab that looks like an "antivirus" warning designed to freak people out and get them to call the 800 number to grant remote access to "fix" the virus.
Considering all the stories you hear about our grandparents and their idea of what "dating" was, Grandma probably definitely felt trapped at some point.
It doesn't. Nor do Word, Photoshop, or heated seats but that didn't stop Microsoft, Adobe, or BMW. Guaranteed they'll provide some kind of subscription model for it.
I think you're referring to Allen Weisselberg?