The other day, a male cop showed up at my house to let my brother and I know that some items had been stolen from our car, including our GPS, which they had tracked back to us by hitting the “home” button. The items they found on the thief, other than the GPS, were a calculator and an ipod shuffle. My brother looks back at me and asks if I lost an ipod shuffle. I tell him no, I don’t own an ipod shuffle. At which point the police officer looks at me and explains that an ipod shuffle is a really small ipod, showing me the general size with his fingers, and I tell him yes, I know what an ipod shuffle is, and no, I’ve never owned one. He then asks me if I am sure, and I tell him I own an ipod classic and an ipod touch, but not an ipod shuffle. My brother redirects the conversation by saying the calculator could either be his or mine, his being silver and mine being blue. The officer looks at me in surprise, saying, “You own a calculator?” Why this is such a shock is beyond me.