Mrs. Horath was not familiar with computers.
Except that she used one every day.
Today she hung it from a rope and it swayed in the wind outside her 3rd floor window.
It had a nice view.
She called me.
My computer is misbehaving, she said.
I’ll come right over.
I asked her to show me the problem.
She showed me the rope.
What would John Puterhead do?
Today was a bright boring day.
There was a lot of sunlight.
There was nothing to do.
Nothing rolled around in my mind.
So I dialed.
It was a random number.
Someone in a call center picked up the line.
Hello, random number company.
Hi, how are you? I said.
Fine, may I ask who’s calling?
Brewster, I said.
Hi Brewster, do you have a reference number?
No, sorry I don’t.
Alright, when was the last time you called?
I can’t remember ever having called before.
OK, how can I help you?
Can you relieve my boredom? I queried.
Laughs. I’m sorry, we can’t really help with that.
I see. What else would you be willing to talk about?
I have to go. Click.
I was a short, but pleasant call.