Brutkey

Jessamyn
@jessamyn@glammr.us

The guy who was waiting, politely though fidgety, was Steve. Recognizable as an old timer, he had a Tracphone from Walmart, minutes he'd paid for and no idea what to do next. Somehow his new phone had a PIN on it ("How?" "Don't know.") and we spent the next 30-40 min trying out PINs and also trying to get the phone reset. I am not Android-native and this took longer than I would like as I tried various websites' advice (manufacturer's website no help, even Reddit was only sort of useful here).

Jessamyn
@jessamyn@glammr.us

As I am speedreading these websites, Steve is telling me about his diabetes ("the sugar"), his old job as a janitor ("nice people") or his all black cat who likes to snuggle with him in his easy chair. I know this is how old timers make friends and I am both honored and a terrible multitasker. This takes longer than I'd prefer, but the %$&$#&^ thing FINALLY gets wiped and then we get to go through the mind-numbing steps of typing in the numbers from the Tracphone activation/minutes hokey-pokey.


Jessamyn
@jessamyn@glammr.us

Steve has a shaky hand and can neither type the numbers in nor read them to me because he forgot his glasses.

Despite this, he is delightful company and when we finally make his FIRST CELL PHONE CALL EVER (and set up his voicemail, and write down EVERY password) we're both making too much celebratory noise for the library.

Earlier, Pat from last week dropped by with a loaf of cinnamon bread as a thanks for making her Windows laptop faster last week and I send Steve home with some.