Satellite TV

Speaking of satellite TV, a while back my dad's cousin Naomi recounted her efforts to explain satellite TV to her 93-year-old mother:

Naomi: See, there's these satellites . . .
Mother: Wha-a-a-t?
Naomi: In space, there's these satellites . . .
Mother: In space? Like with the moon and the planets and the stars?
Naomi: Well, yes, but not that far out, I don't think. You know, like Sputnik, kind of. So the satellites, they send . . .
Mother: Send? Who sends? Dogs or monkeys or whatever in the Sputniks?
Naomi: There are no dogs or monkeys in the satellites.
Mother: Astronauts?
Naomi: No astronauts.
Mother (suspiciously): Robots, then?
Naomi: (pause) Well, okay, robots. Sort of. I mean, not C3PO, of course!
Mother: (blank stare)
Naomi: So anyway, these satellites send signals.
Mother: What kind of signals?
Naomi: You know, signals.
Mother: Morse code or something?
Naomi (getting frustrated): Not Morse code.
Mother: What, then?
Naomi: If you'll be quiet and listen, you'll understand.
Mother: There's no need to get snippy with me, young lady.
(Naomi is 72.)
Naomi: The satellites send signals to the dishes on the earth.
Mother: Dishes? (stands up, preparing to leave the room)
Naomi: Yes, the satellite dishes. The dishes pick up the signal, and that's satellite TV.
Mother: (shakes her head slightly, pats Naomi on the shoulder) That's a nice story, dear. I think I'll go lie down for a while.