The UPS lady rang my buzzer this afternoon.  I opened my front door.  She held up the envelope.

“My memory is here,” I yelped.

“It is,” she said.

It was the memory for my Mac Book Pro.  Which I tried to install myself - big mistake.  First, I can’t see.  The screws that open the memory cage on my Mac are no bigger than a period at the end of a sentence.  Fortunately, I have a magnet screwdriver and reading glasses so I went to work.  Installing memory is harder than it sounds.  Or maybe not.  Anyway, I took out the old memory first, no small feat.  Then I inserted the first half of the whole Gigga Byte memory on the bottom and then inserted the second half on top of the first Gigga Byte me.  Happy with myself, I used my handy magnetic screwdriver to fasten down the memory cage, put the battery back in and turned on my Mac.  Blink - Blink - Blink - that was all the power light did.  The computer would not come on.  So, what to do?  I pulled the new memory out. 

Then Luke arrived.  First thing he saw was all the discarded memory lying on the living room floor.  So naturally I explain about buying the new memory and installing it even though I had a hunch I had no business opening up the back of a Mac. 

Luke grabbed a beer and sat down.

“What was wrong with the old memory?”

He had a point. 

“I just thought we needed more,” I said.

“We have enough,” he said. 

And then he used my magnetic screwdriver and slid the old memory back in.  And the Mac came on. 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LUKE !  (Oh, how I love to laugh with you.) 

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