So, my cousin calls. (Actually, consin-in-law, but we don't dither about family). The conversation goes something like this:
Me: "Hey, Cuz, what's up?:
Cuz: "where do you buy shotgun primers?"
Me: Precision, Reloading generally. Why?"
Cuz. "I'm out, and I need to order some."
Me: "Well, that's where I get mine, unless I find a sale."
Cuz: "Yeah, but the Haz-Mat charge eats me up."
Me: "Yeah, but if you make a big order,"
Cuz: "I don't need that many primers, just three thousand or so."
Me: "Find someone to go halves with you, and split an order."
Cuz: "Okay. This catalog is two years old. Reckon the price has changed?"
Me, (thinking, Catalog?): Yeah, you might want to call them or go online."
So, Cuz may be more low-tech than I suspected. I put the phone away, thinking "Catalog?? Who uses catalogs anymore?" Evidently, Cuz uses them.
So, several hours later, I'm moving around and the phone rings. It's Cuz again.
Cuz: "Hey, we've got six-thousand primers coming."
Me: "We? Whaddya mean, We?"
Cuz. "You and me! Three thousand each. - - Oh, you owe me a hunnderd dollars."
Me: "Oh, so now I have to come up with a hundred dollars."
Cuz: "It's okay, I know where you live."
Cousins. We've all got them.