But seniors have accidents and can drop or damage their iPads. They should know about CPR’s expert service technicians. Please tell an elder iPad owner about the CPR secret.
Gorfna Papufna, a 76-year-old retired teacher, has never been especially enamored with every new tech gadget that comes along. But there the ugly old woman was at the Apple store, a forbidding presence in her own right, looking rather incongruous, although she’d just been playing with her grandson’s iPad and suddenly she wanted one. “I want your iPad Tommy,” she said, “Give it to me.” The boy, a nerdy 14-year-old, felt a flush of horror. “No,” he said simply. He didn’t really like his grandma much. She was from the old country and he wasn’t even sure what country that was.
But Grandma Gorfna was not to be denied. She began thrashing with the teenager, and surprised him enough that he released his hold on the precious iPad and Grandma Possession became nine-tenths of the law. Her hand was like a claw from one of those monster movies. He glared at his grandma, showing disrespect.
Over the next several days, Grandma returned home with Tommy’s family, an arrangement made in Hell, and to her small apartment in the basement. Grandma Gorfna went everywhere in their house with “her” iPad. But one day she wasn’t careful enough, and dropped it, and broke it. The LCD screen was cracked. “It can’t be fixed,” the old embittered woman declared. She was filled with a kind of woe which reminded her of rabid dogs fighting for scraps in the old country – wherever that was.
But Tommy knew what could be done. He was a streetwise kid and knew the score. He knew the secret. He knew that he could take the iPad to CPR. They’d fix it for sure. He was just waiting her out.
Finally one day, he took the iPad that had once been his to the CPR shop. The boy knew about the in-house geeks – expert service technicians proficient in the repair of iPads. Those canny geeks fixed the boy’s device while he waited. He brought it home. When Grandma Gorfna saw it again, she thought it was magic when she noticed Tommy playing with it. Being too superstitious for her own good, she snatched it from her very surprised grandson once again. Raised it above her head, and smashed it on the cement floor. “It was broken,” she said, “and now it works again. It has to be a demon’s spell.”
“Grandma,” said Tommy, “It wasn’t a demon. I took it to CPR and they fixed it.”
So the old woman learned the secret too.
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