It's week 3 of my mom's visit, and she's mainly been preoccupied with our home remodeling project, but sometimes distractions sneak in.
Mom: [walking into my bedroom] Wake up, wake up! Your stock has dropped to XXX! Do you want to sell it now?
Me: [groggily] Oh my God, I've asked you so many times to please not watch the stock like this.
Mom: But do you want to sell it?
Me: No. I don't want you to watch it minute by minute like this. You can't predict what it's going to do!
Mom: No, I can predict. If a piece of news comes out, it'll go up for a few hours and then start dropping. So I'll call you during that time when it goes up, and then you can sell.
Me: But it could go up another 50 dollars after that! Or what if the news is bad and it drops 50 dollars? It doesn't make sense to day trade like this!
Mom: I can refresh the browser every second and get the latest price.
Me: [banging head against wall]
Mom: I've watched your stock every day for months now. I'll just call you at the exact minute that it goes up.
Me: You know those quotes are 20 minutes delayed, right?
Mom: What??