Conversations With My Mother – Volume Two
Telephone call I received from my mother after I told her I started a blog:
MOM: “I’m on the Yahoo right now and I can’t find you.”
ME: “Huh? The Yahoo…oh, if you’re talking about my blog it’s http://www.heellisgoa.com“
MOM: “I tried typing that and it’s not working.”
ME: “Where are you typing it in?”
MOM: “On the computer.”
ME: “No, I mean…when you look at the screen what box are the letters appearing in as you type?”
MOM: “Uh…the box that says, ‘Search Web.’”
ME: “OK, try this instead. Look up at the top of the screen to a long horizontal box. That’s called an address bar. Type in there.”
MOM: (mumbling something about how stupid the word “blog” is as she types). “I typed inside that bar like you said but nothing happened. I hate computers. You know it was an Italian who first invented radio communication. Technology’s all gone down hill since then…”
MOM: “Mom, I need you to focus.”
ME: “Fine, fine. There. See? It’s not working.”
ME: “What came up after you typed in the address bar?”
MOM: “A screen with pictures of street maps.”
ME: “Maps? That doesn’t make any sense…”
MOM: “Oh! I know what I forgot to do. Give me a minute…alright. Now, what’s your zip code?”
ME: “My zip code? What do you need that for?”
MOM: “I forgot to type it in the address bar after ‘New Hampshire.’”
ME: “Mom…why are you typing New Hampshire at all?”
MOM: “Well how else is the Yahoo going to find you?”
ME: “Yeah. Put my sister on the phone.”
Sounds like my son….great read
September 4, 2011 at 12:29 pm
That is so freakin’ hilarious! I absolutely know what it’s like to be on your end of that conversation! I think you were much more patient than I would have been…
September 5, 2011 at 5:50 pm
Unfortunately my piss poor grasp of the Italian language forces me to be more patient than I’d like, convinced that I’m the one at fault for the miscommunication. Secretly, I think she gets every word.
September 5, 2011 at 5:55 pm
I could just cry. I am not patient when it comes to my mother and that sounds like a conversation we would have. With her, it’s the GPS and directions. So painful. Thanks for the laugh.
September 22, 2011 at 10:47 am
December 12, 2011 at 11:09 am
Yay! I’m not alone!
December 12, 2011 at 11:11 am