Become a Fan
By Anne B. McKee
Saturday, January 07, 2006
Rated "G" by the Author.
Is That a MeMaw's Game?
MeMaws of America storm the high-tech world.
IS THAT A MEMAW’S GAME?
Today, I entered the office supply store/ computer wizard department with an air of much authority and real conviction. I managed to find myself in the right department to purchase the most in depth and updated computer programs in stock. If anyone had noticed my descent into this highly complicated and grossly high-tech corner of the world, I am confident that my intellect; my sureness of the exact science and my stumbling and bumbling would have caused no real attention. Stumbling and bumbling aside, I could have easily found myself at the font of my element, my calling and yes, my newfound place in this world of opportunity.
I admit I was most pleased with my, I don’t read directions self. Just show me is my motto, yes, show me, then stand back as I commandeer, as I master, as I possess and seize the occasion transcending my I can’t change a light bulb mind to computer-nerd extraordinaire.
Feeling extremely confident, actually eye balling around for someone to notice, anyone to notice this paradox, this self-contradiction. Is it possible, could it be so, what are the chances that this MeMaw, such as myself, could be so inundated in this world of technology?
I walked up and down the aisle a couple to times, just showing my mighty, motorized mental capacities as I picked up even more complicated computer programs, you know, just shopping in the high-tech world, hoping someone would ask me a question or seek my advice but, alas, no one seemed to even look in my direction. I continued to lolly-gag around this world of newness, hating to leave and return to my ole manual typewriter type of technology, but who knew that? Did I not blend in with the best of ‘em? All of us blazing new trails, forging new worlds. Yes I DO belong….more than belong, I shall become a leader. A MeMaw with technological yearnings, scoping the landscape of natural science, applied science or experimental science, who cares? One knows when one belongs and YES, I belong!
Such weighty and lofty brainwaves to administer, and to the lucky ones, I shall share this overcrowded mind of mine. Oh, please, wait your turn, take a number and be patient….. your award awaits.
My mind swirled and twirled and maybe whirled a little bit, too, as I summoned, as I expounded, as I demanded with real authority the maximum schmaltz, the final word and in meticulous detail the sensationalism and astounding phenomenon of MeMaw equals computer guru. I was ready, yes; ready to show the world, the universe, even UFO’s if they could keep up……....keep up with this MeMaw surging for technology adventure.
I heard a universal cry; yes, the time had come and with much beckoning and a desire to enhance the moment. A moment when the whole world stood still for all to hear; but first I must visit the cashier and pay for my purchases. The world will just have to wait a few more minutes.
I approached the cashier, a chatty cashier, I might add. Don’t blame her; she doesn’t know that she is a part of history making a statement. The cashier came to work on this fateful day without realizing her small part, yet, profound part of this marathon….this marathon connecting MeMaw’s of America with the cutting edge of technology! I mean, who would have ever thunk it?
I admit the cashier was sweet-faced and cheery but chatty, chatty, chatty. “Oh,”, she giggles. “I am so-o-o happy when old people enjoy new technology! You know, like my GrandMa talking on her cell, while punching on her PC!”
Could she be calling me old? “Surely not”, I thought. Intensifying madness entered my mind-numbing presence as I glared and at the same time gawked at this little chatty, chatty, chatty one. Does she not know that this is a rare moment in time and she has the privilege to play a part, although it’s a small part but I’ve mentioned that fact before – little bitty parts for little bitty people. Does she think I’m old? I mused once again – unbelievable!!!
As I blinked to clear my befuddled thoughts, miss chatty one seemed to notice that there was a dilemma, a barrier of some sort between the two of us on this world stage. I marveled that she seemed to never stop to take a breath. The thought occurred to me that perhaps she could be one of those elusive UFO’s, however a chatty one. But she finally had one of those mental light bulb popping out of body experiences, I thought, as she decreed, “Oh, dear, not that you’re old!”
But it was too late…the moment passed, sorry world, sorry universe, sorry UFO’s. Another place, another time and we will take our turn down the technological path.
MeMaw equals technology computer extraordinaire WILL HAPPEN and we will journey together, so again I insist - take a number and be ready!
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