Yesterday was traumatic. I thought either my new Apple Airport Extreme, or my Mac Power Book G4, was a lemon. My sweet husband talked to a Mac specialist over the phone for nearly two hours, but regardless of what we tried, I kept loosing my Internet connection while I was blogging. That’s right, while I was blogging! I became so upset, I drove my poor spouse into hiding. After slamming doors and cussing like a sailor, I decided it was time to make a 100 mile round trip pilgrimage to the nearest Apple Store to get some help. Before I went to bed, I made an appointment to see a “Mac Genius” in the morning. When life hands me lemons, I make lemonade.
We left for the Apple Store this morning, just after rush hour. I felt happy and joyful. Yes, we were going there for help, but we were also going to have some fun. The Apple Store is our favorite toy store. I became ecstatic as we entered the mall parking lot. When I walked into the Apple Store, I felt myself being transported into a computer paradise. All the guys working in the store were hip and cool, and the gals were tekkie chic. There were computers as far as the eye could see, displayed as fine art. My husband sighed as he gazed into the 17-inch screen of a Mac G5. I ran amok in the digital camera department. A clerk asked me, “What-up?” I guess that’s the hip-cool way of asking, “May I help you?” I told him I was waiting to see a genius.
The guy at the genius counter was amazing. I was dazzled by how he ran through a list of menu options while asking me questions about my computer. He figured out what happened yesterday in about 30 seconds. I wasn’t sitting close enough to the Airport base station when I was signing onto the Internet. That news could have been distressing, but I wasn’t upset. I was too busy enjoying my Mac lemonade.