My husband Andy said, “How could you have been so careless? Do you know how much a new computer will cost?” No, he didn’t. That’s a lie. What he did say was, “Don’t worry, we’ll get you a new one.” And he did. Within a couple of days, I was the proud owner of a new top-of-the-line model.
“When was the last time you backed up the files on the old computer?” asked Andy.
“Quite a while ago,” I admitted.
Andy frowned and said, “I told you to back up your computer regularly. Why didn't you?” No, that’s not right either. What he really said was, “Don’t worry. I’ll ring a computer person. He’ll be able to retrieve your files off the hard-drive.”
So Jack, the repairman came and collected my wine-soaked laptop. “I’ll take a look at it, and if I can’t get it going, I’ll certainly be able to rescue your files.”
Weeks went by with no news. And then one day Jack phoned to say, “Sorry I’ve been so long… I haven’t been well… Yes, it looks like your computer is dead but I can retrieve the files.”
A month or so later, the phone rang again: “Sorry I’ve been so long… I’ve been tired and overworked... I needed a break… I’ll have those files transferred for you very soon.”
More time passed: “I haven’t done those files yet but I have some good news! When I turned on your computer this morning, it came back to life. It looks like it’s dried out and will be okay. All I need to do is replace the keyboard.”
So my computer is back from the dead.
I’m rather glad Jack was busy and unwell and overtired and so very slow. Just think if he’d been efficient. He would have thrown my computer away three months ago.
So I’m getting my computer back. It’ll be returning with all my files, and all my software programs. That's good. And an inbox stuffed with 7 000 emails. That's not so good. I thought they'd gone forever.
“I wonder if Jack's replaced my computer's keyboard,” I say. “It’s been a few weeks since we last heard from him.”
“I’d better phone him,” says Andy.
I don’t suppose I need worry about sorting through those 7 000 emails just yet. It might be a while before I have to make 7 000 decisions.
So what's the moral of this tale?
Good things might happen if you're patient?
Time does heal some things?
Back up your computer files regularly just in case?
Always sort and delete emails as they arrive?
Never drink wine while working on the computer?
Accident: an unfortunate incident that happens unexpectedly and unintentionally, typically resulting in damage or injury.
I'm so glad Andy understood.
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