I’m the technical one in my marriage. I’m the one who puts together baker’s racks, portable fans, bookcases, blinds, and electronics and so forth. So, this weekend, when our 7-year-old computer finally gave a last gasp & died, I went out to buy us a new one.
I secretly love to talk to techies because I’m always curious about the hows & whys of an object’s functionality & they are always happy to answer questions. If I am knowledgeable or interested enough, I can gain a free education in current shiny gadgets if I just listen to a detailed ramble. Also, they are typically gamers & reconnecting with that latent side of my personality always tickles me.
The guy who helped me pick out my new computer was a perfect example of the ideal techie. He was an earnest, soft-spoken guy with the Rebel Alliance phoenix emblem tattooed in red on the inside of his forearm. He weighed what I told him about my old system with what I was looking for & took me to two displays without hesitation. He ran down the specs & paused while I looked at the two price tags, trying to decide. Should I go with the smaller, cheaper one which would get the everyday work of a freelance writer done? Or should I go with the larger, slightly more expensive one which would have more oomph & always be available for. . . non-work needs.
“Don’t like the price?” Techie Guy said.
“No, no, the price is fine. I used to do a lot of PC gaming, not so much now, & I’m just trying to figure out what I need.”
“What did you used to play?” Techie Guy spoke so calmly I nearly missed the question.
Without a pause, he asked, “Are you looking forward to Diablo 3?”
I laughed & admitted that my gaming days had fallen by the wayside once I had gotten married. He came back with, “Gaming can be a bonding experience” in a voice that sounded like he had offered that defense to someone else in a disagreement. I wanted to grab his tattooed arm & hold it up, shouting, “One of us! One of us!”
Instead, I bought the larger computer & when my husband came home, spent a good 10 minutes chattering about all its bells & whistles. My husband looked at me, waited for me to run out of breath & said, “You missed your calling, honey. Why aren’t you working in IT?”