My mom got the bright idea she needs a new computer.
Keep in mind, this is a woman who’d much prefer curling up in bed with a book — not a Kindle, not a Sony Reader — a traditional book, with (preferably!) hard cover and paper pages.
So she started browsing the ads for the best “deal.”
She looked in the stores, too, and talked to some of the sales associates, trying to act as if she knew what they meant when they spoke of RAM, hard drive, hardware, software, wireless routers, and all that.
Here’s the thing — she didn’t have a clue!
Nevertheless, Christmas money was burning a hole in her pocket, and she had to find a way to stop it. Purchasing a computer, she thought, would satisfy her need to spend AND give her something new to learn.
(Everybody knows you have to learn new stuff on a regular basis if you want to ward off Alzheimer’s!)
Finally, after much on again-off again debate, she settled on a PC.
Not a laptop, mind you. A desktop. You see, she already had a monitor she was comfortable with, as well as a keyboard and a mouse, so why not “recycle” them into new life?
We had the tech at the store remove the wireless adapter card from the ancient PC we were recycling, and it became my job to reinstall it on the new PC.
I’m not a computer tech, OK? I’m a Web Designer and while I’ve opened up several computers in my day, that’s not my specialty. Nevertheless, I opened ‘er up and tried to find the right slot for the adapter card.
Three phone calls to the tech later, I admit defeat.
So we hauled the entire thing back to the store, where I watched another tech slip in the card — right where I thought it should go! Reminded to install the corresponding program via CD, we returned home, where I looked — to no avail! — for the disc.
Turns out, mom had tossed it out in one of her cleaning frenzies.
Back to the store goes the PC — only this time, she decided she’d rather have a laptop after all!
You just can’t please some people.