On Thursday I had a real shock. In the adult class, my laptop-screen got
black. I could log in as usual but immediately after there was absolutely
nothing on the screen. Only the cursor hovering over it. Oh no! A computer
failure in hard January! I switched it off and prayed to all the saints and in
all languages.
A part of me believed in Divine Providence. The other bought a pack of two
bars of chocolate in the supermarket and scoff it all down while I rode my
bicycle towards the technician’s. Keep calm: everything will go well. In the
meantime, my teeth were grinding and clenching the sweet flavour of cocoa
butter. I even got off the bike and pushed it for a while to open a can of Coke.
Addicts know how great that choco-cola mix can happen to be.
Relax – I told to myself - there must be a solution. My laptop was on my back
and I had to get the rucksack off once and again, each time I wanted to eat a
couple of chocolate ounces. I stopped and leant the bike against a traffic
signal each time. Finally, I took the rest of the chocolate bar and kept it in
my hand to continue eating without any interruption. But, as I had not got
hands enough, I put the can of Coke into one of my pockets. Soon, the pocket
was awashed with Coke.
And this is how I went into the computer shop: with the serenity that gives
believing in God’s care... and with my bike aside, my laptop on my back, a bar
of chocolate in my hand, my whole mouth full of chocolate, my overcoat spotted
with Coke and the face expression of a sugarholic.
- My compggutermm doesn’t wogggrkmm – I said to the technician, still with
full mouth.
Fortunately, the technician had a magic wand. It took him about twenty
minutes to repair it. What is even better than that: the computer was still
under warranty and the update was covered.
In the afternoon, I had to put my laptop on my back again: I had to go to work
and needed those pictures and recordings. It was a great lesson for motivated
girls about the most beloved knight of all: Mr. Money.
And, while going back home, humming the song that had introduced the lesson,
something reminded me of chocolate. Divine Providence... and so does
indigestion.
Copyright Luisa
Fernández Baladrón
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