Sometimes nice things happen
Sometimes nice things happen, even when I don’t flash my cleavage.
Yesterday, I got a new keyboard. (Don’t ask. I’m buying new components, monitor, keyboard, mouse, while I debate about which new computer to buy after seven and a half years, but I digress). Of course the new keyboard uses a USB connection, and my old computer only has a couple of USB slots, all used up by stuff. So I was off to Staples to get a USB to PS/2 connector. Despite the acres of stuff in the store, there’s no connector. I see a guy, who, to tell you the truth, look quite put out by a day of working in a big box store, but I asked him anyway if he knew where in the vast aisles, I could find this tiny thing.
Oddly, he started fishing in his pocket. I stood there patiently, and lo and behold, he pulls out a connector. He asked me, “Is this what you were looking for.”
It was exactly what I needed, so I nodded. He put it in my hand and said, “It’s yours! Have a good day!”
I smiled, took it, went home, and here I am typing today.
That, for a while, at least, will make up for all the sour faced, foul tempered folks I usually deal with.
