No. 830 in a series of true experiences in real estate
Some years ago Anet and I and my children attended a lively wedding reception. There was dancing, lots of young people, but we were sitting watching. One song came on that caused almost everyone in the room to rush to the dance floor and begin to vigorously move their arms in patterns. The music was loud, bouncy and fun. The song, my kids explained to me, was “YMCA.”
Tapping my foot and smiling widely, I said that it must be new. Oh no, they told me, it’s old. “You must have heard it before?”
Well no, I had never heard, or heard of, the song “YMCA” or known that with it comes choreography. My idea of an old song is “Embraceable You.” I’m afraid that as I’ve aged, my references have become old.
Just this week I was trying once again to operate a small CD, tape and radio player that I keep in my kitchen. I wanted to listen to Simon & Garfunkel (of course) but the symbols on the machine completely baffle me. I can turn it on but it then takes me several infuriating minutes each time I try to determine whether the radio, tape or CD portion is on, or another “function.” (Function and power are the only words in English printed on the player.)
It makes me nuts. My son was around a couple of weeks ago when I was swearing at the player and he recommended that I use the remote, that the remote was easier. I guess it was for him, he got the music going that day, but I wanted to know how to skip a song I didn’t want to hear, also how to play a favorite over again.
Both kids, Nick and Annie, were with me on this day and I implored them to help me in my distress. I got some stick-on labels out and asked questions, ready to label the remote with real words. Nick said everyone everywhere knows what those symbols mean. Surely, I did too?
Annie said, “Look, I’ll show you. Press play and the song begins. If you want to skip forward, press the button with the arrow pointing to the right. Press only once.”
Nick grabbed the remote from Annie’s hand. “I’ll show you! If you want to play that song again, press the left-pointing arrow once. But if you want to go to the previous song, press it twice.”
I wrote little notes on my stickers and stuck them to the remote. “And what about tapes? Will the remote work on them?”
“No,” both kids said.
I guess tapes are so hopelessly out of date that the player people don’t give them any shrift.
Now that I had the music somewhat under control, I decided to make some dinner, something delicious, an all-of-my-life favorite: pot roast. I got my little rib roast out of the refrigerator and I got out my pressure cooker.
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Source:: The Mercury News – Lifestyle