At Apple Genuis Bar

I made an appointment at the Apple store.

I called my 21 -year old son and asked him if he could do me a favor. I was driving, and I was going to be late. I needed him to log onto the computer and reschedule my appointment to later in the day. My laptop was still in warranty and the inside edge was chipping off. I wanted to get it repaired.

What a sweetheart, he set it up for 11 am. I trundle down to the Apple Store and check-in–give the associate my last name “Taylor. ”

I wait around at the Genius Bar (this is where the techies fix your problem) where they have these big monitors hanging up on the wall with the names of the customers and their number in line. You can’t miss it. I look up there to see what number I am. Horrors of horrors, I see at number three, the name,

What am I going to do now? Do I stay? Maybe I should just leave.

I call my son and tell him — in my very firm, very upset mom voice — “this is not funny. You don’t do this to your mom!” I go over to the check-in girl at the desk with her laptop, and tell her my woe–my one of many sons has played a prank on me–she smiles, at bit uncomfortable, and says, “yea, we wondered about that, but sorry, I can’t change the name.”

So I settle back on my bar stool at the Genius Bar and wait for “deilafart” to advance to number 1. It was busy, and they had a couple of computers torn apart there on the counter and “deilafart” stayed at number 1 for about 15 min. (it seemed even longer)

Finally, I heard the employees talk in hushed tones “deilafart,” and then they walked over to me, and quietly asked, ” are you deilafart?”

The genius guy opens my laptop, and my dear husband, also of the male species, who had been using my computer the night before, has changed my desktop picture of the ocean to a sexy photo of me at age 16, “nice photo”the guy says, and I look, and then explain–my second surprise at the Apple store.

I left my laptop to get the plastic replaced on the inside and left the store, mission accomplished.

Of course, I share the story with my sister, and then five minutes later I get text messages from my brother-in-law, that the Apple Store called him trying to get in touch with deilafart, and then my other sister texts me, “News travels fart.”

I never taught my kids to even use that word.