Don't let the difficulties of the present moments overshadow the reality of God's promises. God's promises still stand. And God's promises are stronger than our failures.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Using Age To My Advantage

This week I had a problem with my Blackberry. Again. I bought it April 18 and within 10 days they had to give me a new one because the first one was being ugly. That's what I call it when technical devices don't do their technical stuff. Anyway, it's been ok since then until this week. Now no matter what ringtone I try it won't ring loud enough for me to hear it.

To solve this problem I took it back to the company from whence it came. Whence...lovely word, don't you think? I digress. They couldn't hear it either. Ha! I know when that 13 year old child working in the store saw my white hair he thought I just didn't know how to turn up the volume. Au contraire. (I used that phrase in a recent post and liked it so I think I shall use it a lot...it sounds so, oh I don't know, French?) I had the volume as loud as it would go. Since I have insurance - and that reminds me of one of my favorite movies "Fried Green Tomatoes" - do you remember the scene where Kathy the actress smashes her car into the car of the young women who stole her parking place and yells at them that she is old and has more insurance? I love that movie. I digress. Again. Since I have insurance he assured me they would replace it.

That lead me to problem #2. We're going on vacation. Soon. For a couple of weeks. How could I possibly go on vacation without a working phone? He agreed that they could overnight it to me if I would pay X dollars which, since I'm old I surely have. No he didn't say that but I read it in his eyes. But first before they do that I should download some new software just in case (about a 1% chance) that would fix the problem.

That lead me to problem #3. I'm not good at download. But I, who believes with my whole heart and soul that "Nice Matters" agreed to try. He gave me a number to call and they would walk me through it. This I did. Talked to a very nice lady, who transferred me to another nice lady who told me where to go to download. I was to do that and call back. Call #2...I can't figure out the download. Not news to me but they very patiently agreed to help and we waited while it tried to download. Which was going to take three million four hundred seventy thousand and one seconds. Or something a little less but you get my drift. So nice lady would send me via e-mail three messages on how to download software, how to back up the phone, how to reconfigure something and how to walk a tightrope above Niagra Falls. Right. None of which worked.

So at this point when I'd made one visit and two phone calls I was no closer to solving my problem than I was when I began. Phone call #3. I said, and I quote, "I'm old. I earned every white hair on my head working with teenagers as a high school principal. I can control a crowd of three hundred screaming seniors the week before graduation or a thousand ninth graders during a bomb threat but I cannot fix this phone. That's your job." Or something very similar. But I said all that in my head, yes I did. And the part about being old and having white hair - said that part out loud. They are Fed Exing me a new phone which will be here in two days.

Sometimes claiming your age can be a good thing.

14 comments:

Sandy said...

I love the term "whence", the movie "Fried Green Tomatoes" and your outlook on being old!

Anonymous said...

I'm with you, Sista ... I hope the new phone has no glitches!

Paula, the quilter said...

You crack me up! I love to pull the age thing. But I always get carded, go figure. It seems I have always had to prove my age.

Michelle said...

Oh Oh. Louie just got a blackberry last Saturday, and we didn't get insurance. I think we better call and get it before it's too late.

I'm sorry about your problem, and I hope it gets fixed this time, but I love your spirit, your 'hense' and 'shall' and all those other words you use, and you make me smile each time I read your blog.

I consider your friendship a huge blessing.
Michelle

Julie in the Barn said...

You have much more patience than I, Marlene! I would have been using words that aren't as pretty as "whence" and "shall". I recently bought groceries on senior day and for the first time the 13 year old checkout girl didn't ask if I qualified for the discount. I no longer color my hair. Grey hair does have it's advantages.

Tracy P. said...

Way to work 'em over, Marlene! Not demanding, not victimized, just sweet but firm. Love it!

Val said...

You go girl!!! I heard my MIL do that yesterday. She told the Satelite T.v. People that she is old and needed help. It didn't work with her though. You are hilarious.

Marge said...

I am heading to the phone place today to see why my phone drops every other call just as I answer it. And why do I have such a horrible signal. And why can I make calls from Newfundland or Alaska, but the signal isn't strong enough to make a call ONLY FOUR MILES AWAY FROM THEIR OFFICE!!!!

I just might have to pull the age card!

Salem Stitcher said...

As my hair turns to gray, it is good to know I can use it to coax others to do my bidding and give me what they should have in the first place...such as a phone that works.

Elaine Adair said...

BRILLIANT! I might just copy and paste that statement so I could use it also, even though I've accomplished THOSE achievements! My own ... a different story but no one would understand what it was that I did! LOL

Excellent job, lady!

Susannah said...

Hello Marlene...All I gotta say is : A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do and if it takes some rufflin' of some feathers ...then..so be it. And it worked! Good for you. I try to be polite and mannerly to these younguns but once in a while I have to show my stuff!

Friends,
Susannah

Adrienne said...

You go girl! Hope this one works! ~Adrienne~

Sandy said...

Loved, loved, loved this post!

Anonymous said...

Sometimes, you just want to say: "Just give me a new phone that works!"
I loved your post.
Mama Bear