Big Mac Attack
Miss Mae
November 14, 2007
Does anyone remember those old commercials of McDonald’s that advertised the Big Mac burgers? They’d show cars with bumper stickers that read: “Caution. Driver of this vehicle subject to Big Mac attacks.”
Lately, I’ve had trouble with my PC. Well, to be honest, I’ve had problems ever since I got it new. Before nine months had gone by, Windows XP broke on me. Broke? Why didn’t I know Windows can break? Did that mean a pane of glass had shattered?
When I called the computer service in India—that’s the country, India. You know, across the ocean, waaaaay around the globe—that India. After about two hours of sweating through a heavily accented language barrier, we somehow repaired the broken Windows pane. My computer revived.
Great. Until—
Three months later, the hard drive dies. As in graveyard dead. Oh, wonderful. It didn’t even live to its first birthday, and here I was with a practically new PC and it’s dead. Repairing a Window pane wouldn’t work this time.
The drive had to be ordered and all my files put on the new drive. That took a week. A week of rediscovering that after two hundred channels on my satellite television, there’s still nothing any good to watch. No wonder I’d rather stare at the computer screen than the television tube. At least it’s commercial free.
The drive is now humming along, but Windows gets out of tune sometimes. I catch myself freezing up whenever XP does, and holding my breath when I have to ‘shut down’. I don’t trust the rascal any more. I’m now paranoid and wonder if there’s something better out there.
So I’m looking around—just in case. I want to be prepared if Windows or Dell decides to go belly-up yet again.
Hence, my growing interest in the Macintosh computers.
Now I’ve never owned a Mac, or even operated one. Never even actually saw one until I went to the Apple store a couple of weeks ago. But I’ve read up on them. The claim is that a Mac computer doesn’t crash, freeze, sneeze, whimper, snort or growl. It works, period.
I do know I got a big surprise when I entered that Apple store. Customers almost walked over each other as they looked, examined, touched, and considered these alternatives to whatever PC headaches they’d suffered through. And more than one ‘genius’ worked the room. I counted about ten geniuses, each paying close, personal attention to their individual shopper. None had waited on me by the time I left, but I didn’t mind. I appreciated how they seemed in no hurry to brush off the PC converts. As though understanding their questions and qualms, these geniuses expressed genuine concern.
So I want to warn the world at large. Be careful when you’re riding with me, because I’ve been struck with a Big Mac attack.
I just need to find out if they come with special sauce.
Copyright 2007 by Lula M. Thomas
Lately, I’ve had trouble with my PC. Well, to be honest, I’ve had problems ever since I got it new. Before nine months had gone by, Windows XP broke on me. Broke? Why didn’t I know Windows can break? Did that mean a pane of glass had shattered?
When I called the computer service in India—that’s the country, India. You know, across the ocean, waaaaay around the globe—that India. After about two hours of sweating through a heavily accented language barrier, we somehow repaired the broken Windows pane. My computer revived.
Great. Until—
Three months later, the hard drive dies. As in graveyard dead. Oh, wonderful. It didn’t even live to its first birthday, and here I was with a practically new PC and it’s dead. Repairing a Window pane wouldn’t work this time.
The drive had to be ordered and all my files put on the new drive. That took a week. A week of rediscovering that after two hundred channels on my satellite television, there’s still nothing any good to watch. No wonder I’d rather stare at the computer screen than the television tube. At least it’s commercial free.
The drive is now humming along, but Windows gets out of tune sometimes. I catch myself freezing up whenever XP does, and holding my breath when I have to ‘shut down’. I don’t trust the rascal any more. I’m now paranoid and wonder if there’s something better out there.
So I’m looking around—just in case. I want to be prepared if Windows or Dell decides to go belly-up yet again.
Hence, my growing interest in the Macintosh computers.
Now I’ve never owned a Mac, or even operated one. Never even actually saw one until I went to the Apple store a couple of weeks ago. But I’ve read up on them. The claim is that a Mac computer doesn’t crash, freeze, sneeze, whimper, snort or growl. It works, period.
I do know I got a big surprise when I entered that Apple store. Customers almost walked over each other as they looked, examined, touched, and considered these alternatives to whatever PC headaches they’d suffered through. And more than one ‘genius’ worked the room. I counted about ten geniuses, each paying close, personal attention to their individual shopper. None had waited on me by the time I left, but I didn’t mind. I appreciated how they seemed in no hurry to brush off the PC converts. As though understanding their questions and qualms, these geniuses expressed genuine concern.
So I want to warn the world at large. Be careful when you’re riding with me, because I’ve been struck with a Big Mac attack.
I just need to find out if they come with special sauce.
Copyright 2007 by Lula M. Thomas
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