Slice of Life
After reading Boyleing Points last week I realized we have to give the people what they want. Like my editor Kevin Boyle, I often get comments, requests and complaints.
The one topic that never gets a complaint is my dad. I do not know if it is because many people know him from the neighborhood and smile when they think of him. Some people may enjoy because it makes them think of their own parents. Whatever, it is the columns about my dad (I cannot write his name though, because that annoys him) that always get the largest response.
When my dad first started texting he did not know how to put spaces between the words so the texts were one long word that you had to decipher what he was saying to understand the text. Eventually he got much better. Now he is very into punctuation marks. When he is telling you something he thinks you should know he adds lots of periods. For example . . . . . . . . .
One thing he still has trouble doing is actually reading the messages. I will get to the house and his phone will be beeping letting him know he has a message. When he ignores the beep I ask why he responds, “It is broken.” Every time it happens I go back and show him he had a message he never opened. He just grabs the phone from me and looks annoyed. But the beeps have stopped and no thank you………...
Another technology problem my father recently had was regarding the laptop. For those of you who do not know, my dad he does not leave the peninsula often. The farthest he travels regularly is to the Howard Beach library (because our library is STILL not opened). After picking up some new books by __________ he then goes a small distance farther north and picks me up from work. My high school students love that my dad picks me up from work.
Anyway back to his technology problem. He started texting me asking me where besides Kings Plaza was there a Best Buy store. I still have not even asked him why Kings Plaza was not an option. I sent back a text “Erskine Street.” He then replied back, “Is there a Home Depot there?” I replied “yes.” I then had to call him and ask him why he needed to go to Best Buy. I was very curious as to what he needed. He explained that his laptop was not working. I recommended he wait until I get home from school and I would look at it. He was anxious to get it fixed and said other people had tried to help him with no luck. So off he went to Erskine Street. When I called him after work he told me the technician at Best Buy pressed one button and the problem was solved.
Dad was a really good sport about the whole thing. He was laughing and joking about the situation. I guess he had to go to Home Depot anyway.