DONTCHA JUST HATE IT WHEN...

I don't know about you but I have a great deal of patience for dumb people. See, I figure they can't help themselves. But, boy oh boy I don't have any patience at all for stupid people.

So, when it turns out that I'M the stupid one...well you can just imagine.

The first time I remember being really stupid was in 1968. I was teaching and living in Amber Flats in Royal Oak, Michigan.

Picture this. Winter 1968. Snow everywhere. I run out to my spiffy metallic blue Mustang on my way to an important meeting and the motor is silent. Not even that cough, cough, spit, grind, sound of the battery dying in front of your very eyes. Nothing. Zilch. Nada.

I ran into the flat and quickly called AAA and realizing that they had a hysterical lady on their hands, they promised to come out immediately. I paced. I tried turning the key in the ignition once again. Silence.

The AAA guy came within fifteen minutes, a minor miracle considering all the snow and everything. Hopping from one foot to the other to keep warm I watched him turn the key and jiggle something and VOILA!!! The motor purred like my friend the Guv's cat.

I thanked him over and over and then asked the usual questions. How? What?

He just smiled at me and said, 'Lady, the car will never turn on when it's in reverse." Chuckling and shaking his head he walked back to his truck and drove off.

I didn't remember putting the damn thing in reverse. I never left the car in reverse.

All the way to my meeting I could hear him laughing and chuckling to himself, 'Darn women think they can drive.' And other less complimentary stuff like that.

Today, I woke up, davened, and ran to turn on my computer before running to teach my first student. The computer turned on just fine and was connected to the internet but wouldn't access any sites outside of Israel. I wasn't worried. That had happened before and I quickly logged onto some Israeli sites and they worked just fine.

But when I got back a few hours later and it still wouldn't connect and I couldn't access gmail or blogger or anything I called my technical support guy.

I hate calling my technical support guy. Technical support people speak a language that is scary to people like me. Pull this; push that; unplug this; now try that...you know the routine.

Well, the conclusion was that since neither my laptop nor my p.c. would access the sites it wasn't a computer thing it was a connection thing, 'and no lady we are not experiencing any technical difficulties in your area or in the country right now.'

Those were definietly NOT the words I wanted to hear. I wanted him to tell me that it was all HIS fault and they would fix it in a nano-second and to be patient.

The final conclusion was that the wireless thingy/box thing was causing trouble. So I unplugged it from the wall. Nope. Then just when he was giving me the number of my phone server guy I pushed in all the connecting thingees to the wireless box and the p.c.

ANOTHER MIRACLE IN THE HOLY LAND!!! Yahooooo!!! Hocus Pocus, or as Uri Geller would say 'Achad...Shtayim...SHALOSH!' ( 1-2-3)

Seems that when my son, went to print something from the main computer he moved something or pushed something or Lord alone knows what happened and somehow the gear got shoved into reverse!

So, that's why this post is so late today. But to tell you the truth. I am simply so grateful that I didn't have to call my computer guy and pay him a hundred shekels an hour to jiggle the connections and tsk tsk me the way that AAA man did thirty-nine years ago.

THIRTY-NINE YEARS AGO??????? OY!!!

Have a great day...stay safe...and thanks for dropping in.