The left shift key on my computer sticks.
It’s a minor annoyance when I’m working on something, easily remedied by tapping it then typing over whatever I have written. But it turns out that a stuck shift key is the equivalent of the nail for the want of which the shoe was lost.
Friday I was supposed to rendezvous with other members of my writers group at 8:30 a.m. then travel with them to another member’s new home.
Herbie (my cat who is not doing well at all) threw up. Tending to him, I was delayed, arriving at the rendezvous point eight minutes late.
No one was there.
Although the directions to the new home had been shared, I did not have them with me. And because I left in a hurry, I didn’t have my cell phone.
I could think of nothing else to do except drive the 20 minute trip home and find phone numbers and directions on my magic machine (computer).
When I logged in, I was rejected. No matter what I did, I could not access either my word program (which had the document with directions and phone numbers) or my email.
Oddly, I could access Facebook. I still don’t understand that. I left messages for each member of the group but the odds of their reading/responding were astronomical.
I rebooted the computer. Still nothing.
Then someone suggested restarting. [I had thought rebooting and restarting were the same. They’re not.]
So I restarted and tried logging in … making sure the left shift key was not depressed.
Voila! I found the document and called our hostess and got directions and got to the meeting, a mere 90 minutes late.
After the meeting, I lingered to admire the member’s new home. She suggested we go out to lunch. It seemed like something she’d really like to do so we did. We found a nice, cool restaurant and ordered a refreshing repast which we were enjoying when I asked the waitress what time it was – 1:47.
I was supposed to be at another meeting, in another place by 2 p.m. Indeed I was supposed to chair the meeting. And we needed to pay, to get my friend home and I needed to drive 15 miles south to the meeting in another town.
I was late again. This time ‘only’ about an hour.
It was just one of those days. Beware shift keys.
Saturday, July 23, 2016
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