“Is it plugged in?” he asked.
“OF COURSE it’s plugged in,” was my curt response. “I checked all the connections before I called.”
“Well, maybe it’s not turned on. Try pushing the button on the back just once.”
I tried to be patient. “I did that already too, but I’ll try again.”
“HE” was the wireless internet help guy, and he was being very patient and kind. However, I KNEW the problem was on HIS end, so I wanted him to quickly move past the trouble shooting steps on MY end.
But he wasn’t giving up. “Recheck the connections,” he suggested. “Where is the power cord plugged into?”
Ummm…. where IS the power cord plugged into?
Suddenly I realized how dumb I was about to look, I immediately rambled on about how I had checked all the cords that were plugged in to make sure they were connected securely, but I never thought to check if a cord was missing.
Turns out, the power cord was missing.
omg. I felt this big.
I tried to mumble some excuses like “This is usually something the kids take care of for me, and they’re all gone right now, and I was just wanting to check my email, and, tell my blog friends I bought a Rubik’s cube today, and, and…….”
Internet help guy did his best to make me feel better. “Well let me just make sure that you’re logged in and that you have access, since you’ve got me on the phone.”
So now, I’m logged in, and I have access, and…
I bought a Rubik’s cube today. I haven’t held a Rubik’s cube since I was 13. Memories came flooding back as I handed it to my 15 year old daughter. Memories of trying diligently to follow the directions in the box on how to solve the cube. Memories of being so jealous of watching others solve it, and being so enamored that they could do it in the blink of an eye.
I could only solve it by unsnapping the individual cubes and putting them back in the right way. A few times of doing that and the cube doesn’t turn as smoothly. Just so you know.
Mario figured it out in a day. Heck, if I’d have had the internet back then, I could have figured it out too. Either way, I was impressed. And then I find out Amp is well known at school for his ability to solve it quickly. Really? How did I not know this? Of course, I’m not surprised. He’s a direct descendant of Einstein, of that I’m sure. Einstein was a high school drop-out, and Amp would be too if I let him. Einstein was slow to talk. Amp too. Einstein liked haircuts. Okay, so they differ there.
Anyway, that’s all I wanted to say. I wanted to share with my friends how cool it is to have a Rubik’s cube in the house after all these years.
And now that I have, the internet can go away again.*