Wrap the fat side around the skinny side...go all the way around and up and through the hole...wrap around again... up through the hole the other way...down through the knot with the fat side...now hold the skinny side and slide it up...got it?
His Dad taught him to tie a necktie when he was twelve.
On a long ago Sunday morning while traveling to church, his dad was once again calling out the instructions from the drivers seat.
“You got the skinny side on the right and the fat side on the left?”
From the back seat: “yup”.
“Okay, here we go…”
As I write this post, I am frustrated with my laptop. Or maybe frustrated at my 54-year-old self. Still so many things I don't know how to do. Tired of feeling dumb.
“Wrap the fat side around the skinny side...go all the way around and up and through the hole. Got it so far?”
“Wrap the fat side around the skinny side...go all the way around and up and through the hole. Got it so far?”
From the back seat: a deep, yet determined 12-year-old sigh. “Uh, I guess so…”
I have gotten so good at retrieving emails; even copying and pasting. But what about scanning and editing photos?
“Okay from there, wrap around again... up through the hole the other way...down through the knot with the fat side..."
I follow along with the directions on the screen. "If you are finished editing your picture, click 'next'."
I click 'next' every time they tell me to until I have completed the process. Not only is the photo editing not done, but I can't even find my photo.
"Now hold the skinny side and slide it up. How’s it looking?”
From the back seat:, a discouraged, “Not so good.”
I follow along with the directions on the screen. "If you are finished editing your picture, click 'next'."
I click 'next' every time they tell me to until I have completed the process. Not only is the photo editing not done, but I can't even find my photo.
"Now hold the skinny side and slide it up. How’s it looking?”
From the back seat:, a discouraged, “Not so good.”
My very-skilled-photo-editing-friend is on the phone now giving me step by step instructions. She gets to like, step 5. "Got it so far?"
I let out a deep, yet determined, 54-year-old sigh.
"Pretty sure I lost you at step one. Can we go back and start over?"
"Pretty sure I lost you at step one. Can we go back and start over?"
His dad glances, again, through the rear view mirror. The boy's 12 year-old efforts had created a sort of creature-looking thing….like maybe something from the deep.
“Okay, undo it. Let’s start again. We’ll take it slower this time.”
"Okay, going back to step 1", she says patiently.
“Dad?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t you think the guy that created the necktie oughta be hung by one?”
Brilliant.
....and lets throw my laptop at him too.
1 comment:
Oh Lisa I am laughing because we have all been there, and we will probably end up there again! I love this post, my challenges may not be neckties or laptops, but I feel your frustration!
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