has just said and I perk up a little. “Did you say
you’ve got a computer?”
“Yeah, there’s a laptop out front in the shop. People sitting
at the front desk use it to play cards.”
“And it’s got Internet capacity?” I ask with a small glimmer
of hope building.
“It did have, until Reggie’s kid got on there and played a
game that gave it a virus. It’s fucking useless now.”
“Ohmigod…” I breathe the word out. “It’s got a virus? I can work with that. Have you got a credit card?” He nods as I excitedly
plow on. “You can pay it off with my money when it arrives.”
I squeal with excitement and launch off the bed. “Internet
and a credit card means shopping! I can get clothes, make-up, contact
lenses, even furniture. Yes! Furniture! I need a bed for Em’s new room. I’ll
get it all delivered and I won’t even need to leave the building.”
Clapping my hands together I start pacing the room excitedly
as I plan out all the things I need to buy. Through all my pacing and ranting
I fail to notice that Jake remains sitting on the bed staring at me with an odd
look on his face. Stopping to look at him for a few beats, I decide I can’t
decipher the look properly. It’s somewhere between a smile and a ‘what the
fuck?’.
Deciding to ignore his look I ask, “Can I look at it now?
The laptop?”
“There’ll be someone playing cards on it right now
sweetheart. The shop front is open.”
“Oh,” I respond glumly as I feel myself deflating.
Standing slowly he crosses the room and takes my hand. “But
I’ll kick them off and shut the shop. Have at it darlin’.”
*****
After kicking what looked to me to be one scary looking
biker out of the shopfront, Jake settles me in front of his laptop. Reaching
into his back pocket, he pulls out his wallet, flicks it open and slides out a
black credit card. Handing it to me, he tells me he’s got ‘shit to do’ and he
leaves me to it.
Closing the door behind the counter behind him, I am left
alone to reconnect with my electronic world.
Quickly flicking through some screens on the laptop, I
chuckle softly as I locate the virus checker and find it’s already clocked the
virus but is just waiting for manual approval to remove it. Setting the
cleaning software off to do its thing, I decide to wander the shop floor.
Like just about every room in this building, it’s a mess.
There’s half a dozen shiny Harley Davidson’s scattered around the room with
piles and piles of Harley memorabilia stacked around them. Much of the
memorabilia is not displayed because it has not yet been removed from its
wrapping. There are no prices to see, no shelves for displays and there are no
real walkways. Everything is just stacked on the floor and shoppers are
required to weave about between it all.
I’ve seen opportunity shops and car boot sales that are
better organized.
Appalled at the disorganised mess, I wander through picking
up and putting down items mentally rearranging the room and imagining it
organized with display shelves and aisles. I marvel that they manage to sell
anything, ever.
The only part of the whole show room that appears to be even
remotely organized is the front window. Here someone has taken the time to set
up the two main motorbikes with a few larger items of memorabilia.
Picking up a cool looking Harley Davidson tin sign, I wander
back to the desk and lean it up against the wall next to the computer. With
one small item on display, the front counter already looks better.
Returning my attention to the laptop screen, I am thrilled
to discover the virus cleaner has done its work and the laptop has rebooted.
It’s ready for action.
Clicking on Windows Explorer , the Google screen appears and I let out a squeal of excitement. Ready to shop I realize I
need one more thing.
Without a second thought, I jump off the chair, fly through
the door behind me and
you’ve got a computer?”
“Yeah, there’s a laptop out front in the shop. People sitting
at the front desk use it to play cards.”
“And it’s got Internet capacity?” I ask with a small glimmer
of hope building.
“It did have, until Reggie’s kid got on there and played a
game that gave it a virus. It’s fucking useless now.”
“Ohmigod…” I breathe the word out. “It’s got a virus? I can work with that. Have you got a credit card?” He nods as I excitedly
plow on. “You can pay it off with my money when it arrives.”
I squeal with excitement and launch off the bed. “Internet
and a credit card means shopping! I can get clothes, make-up, contact
lenses, even furniture. Yes! Furniture! I need a bed for Em’s new room. I’ll
get it all delivered and I won’t even need to leave the building.”
Clapping my hands together I start pacing the room excitedly
as I plan out all the things I need to buy. Through all my pacing and ranting
I fail to notice that Jake remains sitting on the bed staring at me with an odd
look on his face. Stopping to look at him for a few beats, I decide I can’t
decipher the look properly. It’s somewhere between a smile and a ‘what the
fuck?’.
Deciding to ignore his look I ask, “Can I look at it now?
The laptop?”
“There’ll be someone playing cards on it right now
sweetheart. The shop front is open.”
“Oh,” I respond glumly as I feel myself deflating.
Standing slowly he crosses the room and takes my hand. “But
I’ll kick them off and shut the shop. Have at it darlin’.”
*****
After kicking what looked to me to be one scary looking
biker out of the shopfront, Jake settles me in front of his laptop. Reaching
into his back pocket, he pulls out his wallet, flicks it open and slides out a
black credit card. Handing it to me, he tells me he’s got ‘shit to do’ and he
leaves me to it.
Closing the door behind the counter behind him, I am left
alone to reconnect with my electronic world.
Quickly flicking through some screens on the laptop, I
chuckle softly as I locate the virus checker and find it’s already clocked the
virus but is just waiting for manual approval to remove it. Setting the
cleaning software off to do its thing, I decide to wander the shop floor.
Like just about every room in this building, it’s a mess.
There’s half a dozen shiny Harley Davidson’s scattered around the room with
piles and piles of Harley memorabilia stacked around them. Much of the
memorabilia is not displayed because it has not yet been removed from its
wrapping. There are no prices to see, no shelves for displays and there are no
real walkways. Everything is just stacked on the floor and shoppers are
required to weave about between it all.
I’ve seen opportunity shops and car boot sales that are
better organized.
Appalled at the disorganised mess, I wander through picking
up and putting down items mentally rearranging the room and imagining it
organized with display shelves and aisles. I marvel that they manage to sell
anything, ever.
The only part of the whole show room that appears to be even
remotely organized is the front window. Here someone has taken the time to set
up the two main motorbikes with a few larger items of memorabilia.
Picking up a cool looking Harley Davidson tin sign, I wander
back to the desk and lean it up against the wall next to the computer. With
one small item on display, the front counter already looks better.
Returning my attention to the laptop screen, I am thrilled
to discover the virus cleaner has done its work and the laptop has rebooted.
It’s ready for action.
Clicking on Windows Explorer , the Google screen appears and I let out a squeal of excitement. Ready to shop I realize I
need one more thing.
Without a second thought, I jump off the chair, fly through
the door behind me and
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