Sure enough, within seconds the rocket exploded and his phone pinged once, twice… and more. The responses were coming in thick and fast.
“Randy, you in there?”
“Mooooommmm,” he whined as his mother came in, bearing sandwiches.
“Whaddya doin’ son?” She was an understanding kind of mom.
“Tryin’ to get this woman’s attention, Ma. She’s an amazin’ feminist and I dunno what else to do to get her to notice me. Wish I could date her!”