So I’m pulling out of the bank parking lot, in a hurry to get to the mailbox before the mailbox store closes. I spot a pedestrian popping out from around the bank corner on the right, so I carefully watch, like I always do, to make sure he completely passes on the sidewalk before I pull out. I’ve had too many near misses with pedestrians so I’m completely paranoid about making sure someone’s clear before moving. Of course he takes that differently, stops, and turns around to ask me something. I figure out pretty quick he’s probably gay and is hitting on me. Since I’m straight, this is going to be a very short conversation.
Him: “Hey, you look like you work in film post production. What do you do?”
Me: ? (Trying to end the conversation quick, rather than explain to him I own my own business and all that entails), “Uh, I do computer programming.” I start to pull forward.
Him: The look on his face completely changes, like the clouds have parted and he’s about to be granted salvation. “Oh, hey, I have this question for you . . .”
Me: WTF!!! “Dude! I gotta go!” Traffic clears, I pull out and speed away, narrowly escaping.
I have GOT to learn to keep my shut mouth and never, ever tell anyone I work with computers. It happens everywhere. I’m in Fry’s looking for a cable and someone starts asking me about their computer problem. I’m dressed like a skate punk and don’t even have a name badge, but somehow they think I work there and can help them. Or I’m in the store pulling out my phone for the time (an uber-cheapo phone by the way), and someone asks if I could help them with the wifi settings on their smart phone. Or I’m at a party and mention to a friend I’ll email them later, and another person overhears that and starts trying to pin me down for help on their virus laden computer.
For the love of Steve the Fruitbat, I am NOT your free tech support! Yes, you may feel like you are drowning, but like a panicking drowning victim you will pull me down with you. So no, no free computer advice.
I don’t look or sound or behave like a typical computer nerd. Heck, I don’t even resemble a regular nerd according to those who’ve met me. So it’s baffling to me how people manage to assume I have the ability to help them. Maybe it’s the total lack of fear I project around anything technological.
Whatever it is, it is truly annoying. It makes me want to avoid contact with people for fear of being drawn into their web of despair. I’m tempted to dress like a lawyer and tell people my hourly rate is $500/hr. Maybe then they’ll stop.