Stuck between a Virus and a Varmint (standard:humor, 902 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Aug 31 2019	Views/Reads: 1302/960	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Sometimes little things can frustrate us. But no person is defined by any one day or one incident. These little problems are usually temporary and serve only as a reminder that we are not in charge of anything at all. Does anybody have a recipe for fr

Normally, I'm not a superstitious sort of a person. But then again there
is a good case to be made that I am really not normal. If you stop to 
think about it, (and I have), the average person is a composite of 
everybody and the description ends up to be that of nobody. That is 
exactly what I think about being normal. 

I must confess, I do have a sliver of superstition running through me
somewhere. Often I have the feeling that someone is looking over my 
shoulder and smiling rather sarcastically. I cannot prove it, of 
course, but I know it is there. 

Several things happened this past week emphasizing this feeling of mine,
and I am not at all convinced that it is simply coincidental. After 
all, is anything coincidental? 

It all started when the computer at the church was viciously attacked by
a computer virus. Who do you call when your computer has a virus? And, 
what in the world is a virus doing inside my computer? Doesn't it have 
something better to do? 

I do not know all that is associated with this computer business but I
do know the outcome of a computer virus. I was merrily working along on 
my keyboard when suddenly, out of nowhere (what is cyberspace anyway) 
my computer screen began to disintegrate before my eyes. By the time I 
had closed my mouth the whole business was over. 

Now my problems were just beginning. 

The computer had been attacked from somewhere, and there was not
anything I could do to prevent it. There I sat with a ton of work to do 
and my computer had come down with a virus. I did not know what to do 
but I did know what I was tempted to do. 

Nothing on my computer worked anymore. The best I could hope for was to
take it to some computer repair shop and let them work on at for a week 
or two; meanwhile I'm not able to finish my work. 

Then I had a brilliant idea. Actually, I am not sure it was a brilliant
idea because I get so few ideas they all seem brilliant. I remembered 
something on the computer called the “restore point.” If I could find 
this I could restore the computer to before the virus hit it. It was a 
long shot, but it was the only shot I had at the time. 

After some finagling with the thingamajig (pardon the technical terms) I
managed to find the Restore Point and in a few minutes, voilà (pardon 
my French), the computer was back to where it was before the virus hit 
it. I do not know how it works, all I know is it worked and I was 
elated. 

I was so proud of myself, which as everybody knows is the first step
down. And I was about to go down. 

I was back to my work schedule and quite pleased with myself and was
riding pretty high when suddenly the lights flickered and then went out 
completely. There was no electricity in the church building. 

The first thing to do when something goes wrong is to PANIC. Through the
years, I have become an expert in this area of panic. I have had plenty 
of practice. 

Once I have thoroughly worked my way through the panic stage, I thought
perhaps the church did not pay the electric bill. Upon checking, I 
discovered the bill had been paid. But still no electricity. 

It was my privilege to call our friendly energy company and request a
service call. Usually, there is a seven-year wait for all service calls 
in our area. That is just how thorough our electric company really is. 
They will go on no call before their time. In the meantime, I am 
sitting in the dark hearing some spooky noises, if I say so myself. 

To my delight within an hour, the service truck from the electric
company arrived on the scene. After a thorough investigation, the 
repairman discovered the trouble. I was rather worried that there was a 
major problem inside the church building that would cost thousands of 
dollars to repair. 


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