by Pa Rock
Sunday afternoon I was at the gym marching to Pretoria on the evil treadmill when my iPod up and quit. After playing with it most of yesterday, I finally gave up and decided to find a twelve-year-old to help me get it up and running. So today I took the little silver monster to Best Buy where a lovely girl named Jennifer showed me how to reset it.
Easy, peasey! That's one more thing that I now know how to do with an iPod. I am getting to be such a techie!
So after the free lesson, I told Jennifer that I would buy a base from her. It turns out that what I wanted was a docking station - a "base" goes back about forty years to my days of selling CB radios! She took my little iPod, hit the shuffle function, and popped it into a docking station. Poor Jennifer's eyes got as big as silver dollar pancakes when Hank Williams, Sr, started belting out some country hit from the 1950's.
"What's the matter?" I asked. "Don't you like hillbilly music?"
"Oh, yes." She stammered. "I like all kinds of music."
Nice recovery, Jen!