Apple icon
Weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth. (Epson 10000 XL.)
Today (Monday, December 1, 2008) I went to vaunted Canandaigua YMCA for the first time in over a week.
First time since the saturated “prostrate” biopsy Friday, November 21, 2008; where I was told to not do the Y, not even the aerobic trainers.
I notice an open parking space in the YMCA parking lot — the sort that the Bluster-Boy would loudly claim I couldn’t do.
Yet I did, of course; despite it taking two reverse moves to get situated so I could back in.
“SO DRIVE IN, INSTEADA BACKING,” the Bluster-Boy would loudly bluster.
In which case I get to back out, and then perform three reversing moves, or back entirely outta the lot onto the street. —That’s a 100-foot backup move.
So I back in, and once parked notice an Apple sticker on the rear side-window of the station-wagon adjacent. (Oh dear!)
The car-owner was walking toward her car, so being my father’s son, despite speech compromised by my stroke, I decided to walk around her car and congratulate her for using a MAC.
“Knock-knock-knock,” on side-window.
Power-window rolled down. “I see you have an Apple sticker,” I said.
“I really love my MAC,” she said.
“So do I,” I said.
“Lessee; double-processor G4 tower — had it a while, and been drivin’ OS-X at least three years, and it hasn’t crashed yet.”
“Of course, I get severely excoriated by all my siblings, that I should be using a Gates PC.”
“I know,” she said. “People just don’t understand.”
“I’ve used Windoze machines at libraries far away, usually with Internet-Explorer, but am always glad to get back to my MAC.”
Pray for MAC users. Pray unceasingly, that they may switch over to the all-American platform that performs like an American car (i.e. sometimes; like when it’s not in the shop). It’s the American way! (Tinkle! “NOW WHAT?” Reboot time!)
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