Computers can be a
blessing, but they can also be a curse.
Well, it seems that way especially when you want them to do something
special and they freeze-up; can’t find what you’re looking for:; or just plain
refuse to cooperate. That happened to me
recently. I was trying to find the
cheapest place to buy a mid-heel sandal and the search engine I was using
seemed to take me on a thousand mile trek to nowhere and when I tried to refine
my search, it froze up and then took me right back to the beginning.
Of course, the
ironic part to this is that while I was calling the computer stupid, I was the
stupid one for sitting there stubbornly persistent that I could get this
machine to circumvent all the problems and get me to what I wanted. Naturally, the computer was more successful
at being stubborn than myself and I had to resign myself to shutting it down.
Not one to be
daunted by disappointment, I headed off to find local stores I may have
overlooked in hopes they would have the shoes I wanted. Six or seven stores later, I’m not sure which
having lost track of the number, I found a pair of beige sandals that were nice
enough to wear for dress, yet equally nice to wear with casual outfits. What made it even better was that they were
marked down from $45 to $13. An offer I
easily could not refuse.
An
odd thing happened at the register. I
paid with a twenty dollar bill and when I received the change, I noticed some
writing on one of the bills and because I didn’t want to hold up the customers
behind me, I stuck the bill with the writing into my coat pocket, separate from
the other bills. I stated this was odd because, normally, I would have paid no
attention to the writing on the bill as many bills have notes written on them
and it is usually a laundry list of things, or a phone number or something
entirely meaningless to the reader. This
writing on this bill, however, was different in that it almost looked to be
some form of ancient writing like you would see in a movie or book concerning
the 4th or 5th century.
Inside the car, I
pulled the bill from my pocket and read the following note:
“You must go to Zenda’s House of Time and
purchase an Ouija Board. It cannot be from any other place as someone will meet
dire consequences if you deviate from this. To find Zenda’s you will need to
Google it. Google is the only search engine that will lead you to Zenda’s. Once at Zenda’s, you will also purchase the
book: “How To Overcome Mysterious Powers and Improve
Your Life”. Read chapter thirteen and
one half for your next instructions.
Time is of the essence, so do not hesitate once you have read this
message. Remember, a life is in serious
danger if you don’t.”
I practically
laughed out loud and shoved the bill into my pocketbook thinking that someone
had a wild imagination or it was a game that some kids play online or
something. The rest of my day was spent out running errands and stopping for a
bite to eat. I was about to pay for my
lunch when I realized one of the bills was the one with the writing and
hurriedly exchanged it for another from my wallet. At the table, I re-read the message and again
I laughed out loud, which brought about some strange looks from the patrons
nearby as I was by myself and not on the phone with anyone.
At home, I put my
purchases away except for the sandals.
Like most women, I had to put them on and walk around the house to get
an idea how they were going to feel when off the store carpeting. When I was finished parading back and forth
like a super-model, I sat at the computer and retrieved the bill with the
writing from my wallet. A little over fifteen minutes passed before I decided
to Google Zenda’s, genuinely believing it didn’t exist.
While Google was
searching, I made a cup of tea and was astonished when I sat back down to see
“Zenda’s House of Time”, in bold letters on my screen. Amazingly, there was nothing else on the page
--- nothing at all. So, I did what anyone
else would do—I closed the page and did it again and again it came up with the
one listing and the rest of the page blank.
I sipped my tea and must honestly say that it kind of spooked me to see
those large bold words seemingly staring back at me. I can’t say they were ominous, but they sure
as heck were eerie.
(continued)
Chelle Munroe©
June 21, 2015
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