I
had a pleasing, almost-post-Pandemic moment today, after I’d suffered the
perennial catastrophe involving a bad computer software driver update being
imposed upon one, unbeknownst to them.
There’s the panic moment when you can’t hear, print, or see what your silicon umbilical cord is trying to tell you. Please, God, give me back my connection, I’ll do anything. [comic lines abound].
This
was Sunday night; like a toothache, it always occurs when everyone has
closed. It was a long night – no news,
no movie, my problem was a sound card. I
was at the shop, Santa Rosa Computer, as
they opened Monday morning. “Yes”, I
said, “expedite it.!”
The
return call came before noon, and I was soon back.
“Hello,”
came the familiar voice from the back fixit room, when he must have heard mine
in the front, “Peter?”.
For
travelers to and from Great Britain, there is no more comforting voice than
that of the pilot of a BA aircraft, with a BBC voice, saying, “Welcome Aboard,
I am your pilot.
That is the voice I heard
from the back room. I have been a
customer for twenty years, and he has been the manager/owner all those
years. It was comforting and assuring
that all was right with the world.-We chit-chatted about the impacts of the
Pandemic on each of us. It felt normal.
Tonight’s movie is “Kind
Hearts and Coronets”.
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