This morning I had just gotten a call from Compu-man at Allied Technologies. Compu-man . . . sounds like a super-hero, doesn’t it? For some reason, a Geek in a ‘cat-suit’ with the Windows logo across his concave chest springs to mind. Someone wearing hard-soled shoes with his baggy tights and one of those crash helmets they give out in nursing homes. But not so. . . my particular Compu-man looks like a cross between a doctor and someone’s older brother. Not my older brother. . . but someone’s. Competent, polite, and obviously patient – which you would have to be to deal with panicky compu-retards like me.
But to get back to the point – I found out that not only was my laptop’s fan no longer working properly, it had apparently decided to dismember itself. A little chunk of plastic had detached from the fan and was flying around in my Toshiba’s innards like a midget with a firehose. And here I was thinking that it was a particularly resilient flake of croissant that must have tiddlywinked from my breakfast sandwich into my keyboard. Which isn’t at all stretching the realms of probability. . . I’ve picked flakes out of my hair after eating one of those things.
Now, to get to the phone call from Allied Technologies – I got one of those vague bad news/good news messages on my voicemail, asking me to call back. So I did, and – alas – found out the fan wasn’t the only thing terminal in my laptop. My hard drive was wheezing its last breath as well. It needed to be replaced. It was like having Grandma go in for gall-bladder surgery, and then finding out when you’re blowing up the ‘Welcome Back!’ balloons that she’s being detained for an unscheduled heart transplant as well.
And to top it off, Grammie doesn’t have insurance. Of course. Nothing of my foray into technology is ever simple.
That was the bad news. The good news was that they aren’t like Bobby The Gas Station Attendant down the road. Bobby once stole the dipstick from my mother’s Malibu Classic and sold it back to her as a replacement. Compu-man, being a really nice super-hero, felt sorry for me. They offered to replace the hard drive without charging me for the labor. An enormous relief. And, it would be the ONLY way I could afford to get my computer back.
Thank you, Compu-man! Compu-man – a super-hero, saving the lives of Compu-morons in cyberspace everywhere.
And on this note, I would like to especially thank Val, the Computer Whisperer, and his wife, Sarah, for advising me all the way from Montana. It’s a good thing I’ve at least learned how to operate a cell phone . . .
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