Sits down at her computer. She touches the screen. Nothing. It’s like staring into the abyss.
Being smart, she jabs the power button and rejoices to hear the sound of the gerbils rising and boarding their wheel.
Nothing. The screen remain dark. The lights rimming the keyboard are dark.
What the !#*K
Because anger tends to shortcircuit the logic functions, she tries again.
Still an unlit paperweight. Alrighty then. She unplugs the thing, takes a shower and returns to repeat the procedure.
The laptop computer’s response remains unchanged.
Finally, she grabs her things and rushes off to work. Bobbing and weaving through the traffic and playing chicken with a bus, she finally remembers this has happened before. Perhaps, the battery has gone.
So she orders one during her break.
Now the waiting begins.
Meanwhile, a story isn’t being written because the computer that is left in the house doesn’t have word processing software and the woman can’t find her copy of MS Office.