Bits and pieces from the astoundingly normal life of Paul Carlisle Kletchka

I just sat and listened as my wonderful wife — the incredible mother of our child, my partner in all things, the love of my life — tried to walk her grandmother through getting to the Facebook page and logging on, all via a phone call.  In that one conversation, I heard so many elements of all the frustrating helpdesk phone calls I ever took.  And all I could do was sit there and laugh quietly to myself.  Some highlights…

“No, Grandma.  You’re looking at your e-mail.  You want to be in a WEB BROWSER.”

“That’s a CAPTCHA…  No, it shouldn’t be easy to read.”

“No-no-no-no-no-no.  NOT YAHOO.”

“That’s your password.  You shouldn’t share that with anyone.  Not (family member), (family member), or even (family member).”

I am a terrible, horrible person — I know…

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