I was looking up the finer points of my computer today. I discovered I have only 376 Megabytes of RAM. I did a comparison check. Of all the computer in the house, they all had better RAM than mine. Even my sister's computer, which older than mine, has twice as much RAM. So, I went to my mother, and made my case. But she kinda just stared at me. Here's the tail end of our conversation:

"... Do you know what RAM is?"
"No."
"Basically, the more of it you have, the more computer programs you can have open at once..."
"..."
"I'll just talk to dad when he gets home."

Yes, the tech gods truly hate me.