My mother is a good retiree. Sometimes it is even too cheerful, and it blows out on others. And I gave her my old laptop so that she could sit on the internet, chat, watch movies, and not try to rebuild furniture in my house or give me a couple of ZUs.



The mother of the cleaner is one of those people who have everything "similarly", so the note was exploited as follows:



Include the root in the router.

Turn the router into the router.

Open and turn on the note.

Check the mail, VC, OK, etc.

Finish the work

Close the cover of the note, cover with a towel.

Remove the note from the rosette.

Remove the router from the router.

Because "if you leave the fork in the socket, there may be a fire."



During the next 30 minutes - 1 hour again becomes boring, it goes to check messages and the cycle is repeated: turn on, check, turn off, cover with a towel.



My warnings that the constant opening-closing of the lid sooner or later will break the veil have led to nothing. Because “an open laptop is a mess.”

Oh well ok. Whether long, short, it happened - the screenshot from the monitor "covered with a towel" and characteristic horizontal stripes appeared on the screen.



As a temporary phenomenon, I put her an old ELT monitor and shuddered on her affairs at sunset, promising to find a suitable donor shelf at home and fix everything in a week or two.



"The monitor with the stripes at the laptop is a mess," my mother thought, sticking to it a beautiful picture with the sea and palm trees, carved from some glossy magazine. (It is beautiful! )



On June 22, at exactly four o’clock, a couple of days later, he calls me to work:



My daughter, the picture at the note is missing.

- I recently connected the second monitor to you, has it disappeared?

– Yes...

What did you do before that?

- Well..I took the scissors and cut off the monitor from the notebook.. it doesn't work anyway, so you don't need it...

Wait a little, I will call back.



I had to rethink what I heard, quickly pass through all the stages of accepting the inevitable.

Re-called my mom, clarified some details, praised that all these manipulations she made with the notepad off (well, right? ))))



So my friends, I didn’t hear. Mom took the Portovsky scissors... and quietly, with a measured crust, cut off the cover from the notepad.. by the slides, by the plastic loop, by the wifay wires... Mom has a strong...

I went to the "place of the accident", determined the main monitor ELT-shny, and the image was found, but an indelible impression on me of all this remained))

Mom is still alive and alive now, but at some times, when she doubts about her rightness, she asks me.