“That
was very kind of you son. Um, why do I want Netflix?”
“Because
they have tons of cool shows.”
“OK,
and I assume I will be the one paying for all these cool shows.”
“Um,
er, well...lemme show you what all they have.”
So
now, I have Netflix, which actually is pretty cool.
They
do have a lot of good stuff – and a lot of stuff I could care less
about – but it has more that interests me than what is on TV, so I
figure I will give it a try.
The
problem is, our televsion set is so old Fred Flintstone used to watch
it.
It
is an old bubble TV that we got for free when our flatscreen packed
it in a couple of years ago. But despite its age it does everything I
require of a TV – it lets me watch TV.
The
challenge now was, how do I get Netflix from our wifi router to our
ancient boob tube?
There
had to be a way, so the Missus and I headed out to the local
electronics store to see what kind of gizmo we would need to make the
magic happen.
The
first store we stopped at we were assisted by a lad so young his
voice had barely finished changing.
We
explained out situation while he looked at us with a blank stare.
He
then called his manager over – who was just slightly older - and
she too gave us a blank stare and said they could not help us.
Hmm,
perhaps this will be a little more difficult than I thought.
But
we carried on our quest and explained the situation to the kid at the
next store.
This
guy seemed a little older as was evident by the three wiskers he had
growing out of his chin. I had a pair of shoes older than he was, but
at least he was not giving us the blank stare.
But
as we told Scooter about the situation, he did look at us like we
were hill folk in town for our annual pilgrimage.
Obviously
he could not believe someone – anyone – in this day and age would
still have a bubble TV.
On
the outside he listened patiently, but I am sure on the inside he was
thinking, “These old people need to get with the times. I hope they
don't break a hip in the store. I wonder where they parked their
walkers? A bubble TV...I can't wait to tell everyone on lunch break.”
I
am not at the top of the tech game, but I am hardly a dinosaur –
even if my TV was around the same time T-Rex was.
I
may have just turned 50, but I am hardly ready for a home –
although some days it does sound appealing.
Unlike
Skippy at the first store we were at, this guy actually had an idea
of what we needed, and after he explained the situation to a much
older co-wokerer – this guy was at least 25 – they found what we
were looking for.
It
is some sort of adapter that recieves the wifi signal and will hook
up to our Jurassic TV set.
I
must admit, deep down I was scanning new TVs and secretly hoping we
could replace the bubble with a plasma, but Scooter came through and
the gizmo thingy works just fine.
That's
OK, the gizmo cost a lot less than a new TV and the bubble TV works
just fine – and now it works with Netflix.
Copyright 2015, Darren Handschuh
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