"Back in my day, we planted carrots, not hashtags!" exclaimed Grandpa Noether, as he squinted suspiciously at the digital garden growing in his living room.
"The secret to happiness? Endless stacks of pancakes and a touch of lavender on Tuesday mornings," declared the Unexpected Poet, his monocle gleaming with wisdom from another century.
"Why do we park in driveways and drive on parkways? Oh, the irony of modern-day vehicular management!" lamented Lady Vexington, producing a faint smell of aged parchment and lemon zest.
You've entered a realm where sneakers were once noble steeds and spreadsheets were sacred scrolls.