PC vs Mac


Remind me to never go back to that computer store—the people who work there ask difficult questions. The store clerk probably saw my dazed and confused look while I thumbed through something called CD’s for computers . . . or are they called discs? I don’t know. What’s the difference, anyway? They’re both round. But whatever it was I was looking at could do some very cool things using my computer—like make my own business cards, make my own cards, install (that’s a word I don’t understand, but have come to accept) new fonts and stuff like that. Cool.
While at the store, a clerk ran to me and asked, “Do you need some help?”

Me: “D’Oh?”

Clerk: “What do you mean?”

Me: “That means, how do I know if I need help? I don’t understand what I’m looking at.”

Clerk: “Well, first of all, do you have a PC or a Mac?”

Me: “How the heck should I know? What is a PC?”

Clerk: “A PC is a personal computer.”

Me: “No. I don’t have a personal computer; it’s my son’s . . . but, he lets me use it.”

Clerk: “What kind of computer is it?”

Me: “Um, a computer.”

Clerk: “Yes—but what kind?”

Me: “I don’t know. It’s his.”

Clerk: “Is it an Apple?”

Me: “No. It’s a computer.”

Clerk: “I know it’s a computer, but is it made by Apple?”

Me: “How the heck should I know. I thought apples made applesauce.”

Clerk: “Are you pulling my leg?”

Me: “Does it look like I’m pulling your leg?”

Clerk: “I can’t tell.”

Me: “Well, you should know—it’s your leg.”

Clerk: (Heavy sigh) “What is it that you want?”

Me: “That’s what I was hoping you’d tell me. You’re the one who started talking about apples.”

Clerk: “Never mind the apples. What kind of computer do you use?”

Me: “One that’s at my house.”

Clerk: “What brand?”

Me: Blank stare.

Clerk: “What company made the computer?”

Me: “I don’t know. How do I tell?”

Clerk: “Your computer should say who the maker is.” She thinks for a moment, then says, “Is there an engraving of an apple that has a bite taken out of it on your monitor?”

Me: “What’s a monitor?”

Clerk: “You’re joking, right?”

Me: “No.”

Clerk: “It’s the screen . . . the television looking part of your computer—does it have an image of a apple?”

Me: “No.”

Clerk: “Then you have a PC.”

Me: “What’s a PC?”

Clerk: “A personal computer.”

Me: “I know that. Geez. It’s at my house. I just need to know which one of these I should buy.” (I was holding identical boxes, only one said, “For your PC,” and the other said, “For a Mac”).

Clerk: “You want to buy the one that says, PC.”

Me: “Well, what is a Mac? And why isn’t it a PC?”

Clerk: “Will this be all for your today?” She says this as she leads me to the counter.

Me: “I guess so.”

Clerk: “Thank goodness. That’ll be $52.00.”

Me: “Fifty-two dollars! For a dumb round little disc?”

Clerk: “Yes. That’s how much they cost.”

Me: “Well, never mind then. I don’t want it. Would you like me to return it to the shelf?”

The clerk shouted, “NO!” I’ll do it.”

As she shoved me out the door, she mumbled, “Thanks for coming in.”

I don’t know what the heck happened in that computer store, but I’m never going back there again. The salesclerks have no idea what they’re doing—when I got home, I discovered an image of an apple on my computer—I have a Mac, so there.

11 thoughts on “PC vs Mac

  1. I had to send this to my Mom LaRae, she does the same thing to me and my siblings. Drives us all nuts. Haha..Thanks for the great post, I needed a good laugh..Hugs!!

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