Some people go to bars to meet people. I ... I actually entertained the idea of stopping by MacTown some afternoon this week just to hang out. It reminds me of Cheers.
"Hey, how's our favorite tall girl?!"
"You don't look so good, Christine. Where's that bounce in your step? You okay?"
"Not really," I forced a smile (something I've been doing a lot of lately). "I brought my iBook back. Some of the keys aren't working."
"Here, I'll take it to the back and we'll get Rick to take a look at it."
I hopped on one of the bar stools next to the window. One of the guys with an Eastern European accent, leaned over the counter. "So, where in Germany did you say you were from?"
"North-central. A little place near Hannover."
"I lived two years in Dusseldorf."
"Ah, yes. Near Essen, ja?"
"Yes, I was a refugee."
"Where are you from?"
Rick came out from the back, shaking his head.
"It needs a new keyboard, Christine."
If it HAD been Cheers, I imagine I would have downed a whisky right then. "I need this computer, Rick. What do I need to do?"
"It's no big deal. Really. If I order it right now, it'll be here Monday. Just bring it in then and we'll patch it up."
"How much will it cost me?"
"Not a penny. It's covered by the warranty."
What warranty? They keep telling me that it's covered by the warranty. What warranty? The warranty expired two weeks ago.
I haven't been in such a funk in a long time. I want to laugh again. A real, genuine laugh. Not a tinkling bit of noise to make others think that the world of Christine is just peachy. Man, you should listen to my thoughts. I sound soo selfish. I want to be appreciated, loved, hugged, cared for. Ha, ME! ... me, just imagine ... sniff, wipe ... there's no time for such foolish talk. Ha, and here I was imagining that these Mac guys were my best friends. There's something not quite right going on in my head.
"Take care, Christine. See you Monday."