As I opened the box with a picture of a half-eaten apple, excitement surged. Soon my life would have speed and efficiency.
My current laptop was old, tired and moving at a snail’s pace. Like that cliche known as a midlife crisis, I needed a younger, newer model to make me feel alive again. But as I turned it on, my joy quickly dissipated. The internet connection in my new apartment was not recognizing the password and wouldn’t allow me to change it on my own. I needed help.