![]() ![]() My knack for solving people’s computer problems had become so well-known among my neighborhood that these circumstances were near impossible to avoid. I’ve had neighbors who spotted me from their window rush outside to coax me into working on their home computer while I was walking to the corner market. I’ve had oblivious coworkers step in front of me in a buffet line to tell me about their computer problems while I was serving myself food. I’ve had eavesdropping strangers approach me with questions about their computer while I was eating in a restaurant. Situations like this one were common for me. It didn’t matter how uninterested I looked or sounded, he was convinced that I must know the answer he’s looking for and he was determined he would get it. ![]() This man I was meeting for the first time must’ve truly believed that I was going to help him with his problem at that very moment. ![]() As it would turn out, my hopeful prediction was very wrong - the gentleman sitting next to me scooted his seat closer to me to begin an interrogation. I politely and patiently answered their questions, hoping that we’d exhaust the subject in a matter of minutes and then move on to something else. “Oh wow, a computer guy!” - “So you know how to remove spyware and viruses and stuff, right?” - “Our family computer is really slow, I think it has a virus.” - “Do you have a business card, or can I get your number?” If you hadn’t heard my response, judging from everyone’s reaction you might think I said something outrageous like I was a male stripper or a gynecologist - but I knew the awkward silence would soon be broken by an overwhelming outpouring of computer questions. All eyes suddenly turned to me, raised eyebrows all around. Hesitantly, I responded: “I work in computer support.” When I asked our hostess for more mashed potatoes, she took the opportunity to ask me about myself while dishing out my second helping - “So Shaun, what do you do for a living?” Since we were basically a group of strangers looking to make a good first impression, the table conversation was nothing more than friendly idle chitchat. I only met my brother’s ex-girlfriend’s family once - the year they invited our family over to share Thanksgiving dinner. ![]()
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