My dear hubby will tell you that he doesn’t get all that much say-so in his life. At this stage of his life cycle, he is rather on the low end of the power totem-pole. Somewhat tied into the demands of family life, church life, and running a homeless shelter, his days and hours are pretty much mapped out for him. Get up, go to work, come home, do family things, write a blog, go to bed, and start all over again. Even his weekend “down time” is usually filled with diaconate classes, yard work, his teaching and serving duties at our church, and often speaking at other churches. There just isn’t a lot of wiggle room for R-T to pick and choose what he would like to do or not to do these days.
Until now. From the first boot-up of his shiny new Windows Vista computer, R-T knew that something was afoot. The first thing that popped up on the screen was a question – – aimed directly at the computer’s new owner….”Would you like to register your new computer?” Wow…a choice! Would he like to or wouldn’t he? Being unused to such preferences, he had to think about it awhile. Yes. Yes he would like to register.
And the options didn’t stop there. In a matter of only about ten minutes, R-T got to pick his screen resolution, his background, a screen saver, and even a virus protection plan. I could swear the normal slump in his posture became noticeably straighter.
Before long, R-T realized that Vista was a system that didn’t do anything without asking first. Every time he opened a new program, an unfamiliar website, or tried to complete a download, he would get a pop-up screen which said, “Windows needs your permission to continue.” What??? Someone was asking him for PERMISSION before they do something?? I brought R-T a cold glass of water, noticing he looked pale and faint.
This is a man who struggles to get his rescue mission staff members to even call him before they leave work early or don’t come in at all. A father of two adolescent know-it-alls who think it is fine to head down to the neighbor’s house without informing him of their whereabouts. A husband of a wife who remembers to tell him she is taking her church youth group to the movies as the movie is about to begin. R-T just doesn’t always get the respect and deference he needs or deserves. Until now.
Microsoft is really missing their advertising boat. You remember that guy from the Viagra commercials who was suddenly all confidence and smiles because of his new prescription? Microsoft needs to snatch up that idea and run with it! My hubby would make a terrific commercial…he would walk into the rescue mission, shoulders back, chest forward, a new spring in his step, and everyone from his staff to his host of volunteers would be trying to figure out what is different about him. New haircut? No. Measurable weight loss? No. So what is it about their Operations Director that makes him look so confident…so in charge…so virile??
“Sir,” says the mission cook to R-T outside his office, “I think we have a mouse problem. I’d like to set up some traps in the walk-in, and around the kitchen area.”
R-T looks at him for a moment, and rubs his chin thoughtfully. “You have my permission to continue.”
Who needs Viagra when you have Vista?