posted on Sep, 30 2012 @ 07:36 PM
I had to resurrect this because, there I was, in a thread about Social Security - having a blast, when my phone rang. It was my baby sister ( Yeah,
she's 40 and has two kids - but she's still my baby sister ) and she's stressed. I mean [i[stressed. Her voice is about half an
octave higher than usual, her speech patterns fast and disjointed.... she's trippin'.
After a minute or two of incomprehensible babbling she finally just says "I'm at moms house, YOU NEED TO TALK TO HER!".
So, I wait and a few moments later my mother gets on the phone. She's HOT. She's ANGRY. She's YELLING, CURSING, AND SCREAMING!
At this point I'm trying to comprehend all of this and my mind is going to dark places... did one of my nephews get in some kind of trouble? Did
somebody die? Did the Men In Black show up and neurolize someone??? WHAT, WHAT, WHAT???
After about ten more minutes I finally understand the problem. My sister went to my mothers house because my mother had called her ( this time ) to
claim that AT&T was charging her for Internet, but she was not getting it. So my sister, knowing my mother, decided to pop-by and, yet again, explain
to the cranky old lady that she, indeed, does have Internet... she just doesn't UNDERSTAND what the Internet is. They apparently hashed it down to
the idea that my mother simply wants to use Facebook and to check her Yahoo mail. That's all.
Now the last time I dealt with this issue, I deleted EVERY shortcut from the old womans desktop except the shortcut to Internet Explorer ( her
browser of choice and I ain't fixin' it if it ain't broke ). I then renamed that IE shortcut as the following:
CLICK HERE TO GET TO THE INTERNET. HERE AND ONLY HERE
I literally made it impossible to screw up... I thought.
As I understand it the exasperation came when my sister clicked on the "HERE AND ONLY HERE" button, then clicked the bookmark I'd left there which
plainly said "Facebook" and then she asked my mother for her password.
The reply? "I don't need a password. I'm on Yahoo."
My sister probably said something along the lines of "Wha???" and then they argued for a long time.
By the time I got involved it had become apparent. My mother refuses to understand that Facebook, Yahoo, and every other website on the planet are
unique sites. She sees them all as a sort of Wal Mart. And, therefore, if you shop there enough, the door greeter knows you and no more showing ID
when you buy beer or smokes. She figured that having signed into Yahoo a few times had let her off the password hook, worldwide,and forever.
Once I finally understand all of this I finally say "Just type in your Facebook password and that will fix things. Just please, please, please do it.
So she does.
And replies. I forgot my password.
I reply "No problem have Kim ( my sister ) walk you through password recovery. It will send a new password to your Yahoo account and you can log into
it and get a new password."
Her response? I never wrote down my Yahoo password because I don't need it. I have Facebook.
Needless to say I took my nightly meds now and am pondering a shot of rum too....
God bless her. Crazy old people. Funny when they aren't YOUR crazy old people.