Learning A New Trick

Last December, we bought a Mac. I love the Mac, but I have issues with the mouse. First it eats batteries like crazy. Second, it blows up the screen to gigantic proportions and I keep forgetting to look up how to reduce the images/words to normal size.

So, with this in mind, we set off to the Apple store. I really hate the mall that the Apple store is in, but I was determined to get the trackpad. Hubby’s nephew has one and loves it, plus his daughter can use it.

Should be easy right?

After parking in BFE, we enter the mall and head down the escalator. Bobbing and weaving through the masses, who stop to pose so everyone can see how important they are, we finally reach the store.

It is packed, as usual, but undeterred we wad inside and begin perusing the  merchandise on the walls. Alas we do not see what we want, so we begin to scout about for a free sales associate. Finally ones finds us and points out the trackpad (that had been inconsiderately placed at eye level, just so we couldn’t see it) then summons yet another person to ring up the sale.

Having dutifully paid for the item (and the receipt was sent to my email account), we run screaming from the mall and head home with out booty. I did have to tell the Apple that there was a new device in its future, but with a few seconds it was up and running. The mouse was switched off and tucked inside a drawer.

And while I could tap on where I wanted to go I didn’t quite understand how to scroll through the pages. Thankfully, someone was kind enough to put the idiots guide to using a trackpad on the back of the chocolate box the device came in.

I haven’t used all the multifingered functions yet, but I keep the box handy for when I need it.

 

About Linda Andrews

Linda Andrews lives with her husband and three children in Phoenix, Arizona. When she announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounce: "What else would she write? She’s never been normal." All kidding aside, writing has become a surprising passion. So just how did a scientist start to write paranormal romances? What other option is there when you’re married to romantic man and live in a haunted house? If you’ve enjoyed her stories or want to share your own paranormal experience feel free to email the author at www.lindaandrews.net She’d love to hear from you.
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