. . . OK, so this is really about how MY momma so dumb, but feel free to add your own stories . . .
Today I had an appointment in my hometown, 60 miles away, to get a satellite radio installed in my newish car.* I had brought some work along on my laptop, intending to trek on foot across a major intersection and sit at Starbucks and work until the car was ready. But I had to stop at my mom’s first for some stuff, and while I was there we got to talking about how she wanted me to help her set up a Gmail account at the library, so why didn’t we do that and then do lunch while I was waiting for the car instead?
(Believe it or not, this isn’t about my mother being a computer idiot. That’s a whole 'nuther thread.)
So we both drive to the stereo place and park; she waits in her car. I get my laptop out of my trunk and tap on her trunk to get her to pop it so I can put the laptop in there out of sight. I go into the stereo place, check in, and then come back out and get into my mom’s car, and she has this huge note on the dash: “Computer in trunk.”
“What’s this?” I ask.
“Oh, that’s so I don’t forget that your computer’s in the trunk.”
“OK, so I make a point of putting it in the trunk, away out of sight of anyone who might be inclined to steal it, and you put a big honking note on the dash, readable from outside, that says there’s a computer in the trunk?”
It took her a while to get why that was a bad idea. I took the note and crumpled it up, and said, “Believe me, I’m very aware of where my laptop is, and I won’t forget to take it with me.”
Sheesh. Luckily I get my brains from my dad’s side of the family.
- I live out in the sticks. The first two places where we tried to get this done, Best Buy and American, were closer, but they both bungled it up, long annoying stories, so this was the third try with a place that’s more expensive but has a rep of really knowing what they’re doing. Should have gone there first . . .