Old people and technology. Two things that go together like sandpaper and your teeth.
About ten years ago I was a shift supervisor in the communications squadron of the Air Force. I had to support a number of assorted twits, and one of the most demanding was a librarian. But not just any librarian, she was Methuselah, and I wouldn’t be surprised if got her original training at some ancient library in Greece. Anyway, she calls me up one day…
Pit: Comm Squadron, can I help you? (Why was it no one ever called with anything helpful for us? Pizza? Beer???)
Twit: Yes, this is GS-13 (name removed to protect the ignorant). I need to order a new mouse pad. (Now being a military base Ms Metamucil thought she’d get better service by listing her civilian rank.)
Pit: Ma’am? You need a new mouse?
Twit: (In a condescending tone) No young man, I need another mouse pad. YOUR organization gave me one that is too small.
Pit: Mousepad too small?
Twit: Yes, dimwit, I get to the end of the mouse pad before I’m at the end of the screen.
Pit: Did you try picking the mouse up and putting it back at the beginning of the mouse pad?
Twit: (Deep Sigh). Hold On. (30 seconds go by…) Oh, never mind. CLICK.
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