“Now how do you copy and paste, dear?”
For maybe the tenth time in the past hour, I showed Grandma how to copy and paste.
“Ah yes, that’s right, now I remember. Gosh, these computers are good, aren’t they! Now all I need to do is save the text…”
Without thinking, I hit Ctrl + S. Before I could navigate to Grandma’s “Documents” folder, I noticed something odd.
“Yes, hmm? Have you done it?”
“No, it’s not that,” I said, “I just saw that file there. What is it?” I pointed.
“Which, dear?” She peered at the screen over her glasses, which she refused to take off even though they were for long distances. “You mean this file?” She placed her finger on the screen and over the file I had pointed at. I cringed inwardly.
“Yes, that’s the one.” I watched as Grandma removed her finger, the smudge almost enough to make me run from the house screaming.
“I don’t know, dear… oh, I saved that when I asked the Google how to copy and paste. They told me I just needed that file in my file explorer thingymajig.”
“So why is it called “MadHackz?”
“That’s what they told me to call it.” Grandma peered up at me, smiling.
“Okay.” I doubted her but I didn’t want to let on that I was suspicious. “So what you have to do is you have to go to “My Documents” and save the file there so you can access it easily.” I had been hovering over “My Documents” all this time so she could see what I was doing. Once I had finished explaining, I clicked it.
Without realising, I mis-clicked and pressed “Videos” instead. What came up on screen was far too unsettling for my fragile mind. All I could see were the thumbnails, but that was more than enough for me. Let’s just say I saw men and women dancing naked in bed and leave it at that. I clicked “My Documents” as fast as I could – click click click click click I went in my desperation.
“Are you okay, my love?” She asked, peering at the screen. My whole body untensed; I didn’t realise I had been holding my breath all that time, hoping she hadn’t seen what I had clicked on so we didn’t have to talk about it.
“Of course Grandma, I’ll just save it now.” I said. To think I thought she was a hacker. And to think she *downloads* porn, I don’t know… no wonder she always has viruses.
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