Phone conversation with my dad, in which I attempted to help him download the photos from his camera:
Me: Okay, so you created a new folder for the pictures, and opened the window with the contents of the camera?
Dad: Yes. So now I do edit, select all…
Me: Alright, now drag the files into the new folder.
Dad: Right click or left click?
Me: Left click.
Dad: *Misses folder, 337 files start copying onto the desktop* Stupid thing!
Me: *sighing* Cancel it.
Dad: I swear, I dragged them into the folder!
Me: I’m sure you did, Dad, but the folder icon is a small target. Open it up and try again.
Dad: Okay, I cancelled that and deleted the files from the desktop. So… edit, select all… oh, here it says “copy to file.” Should I do that?
Me: Dad, you are making this way more complicated that it has to be. Let me teach you a little trick. Select the first file in the list you want to copy.
Dad: Left click?
Me: Yes, left click.
Dad: Okay.
Me: Now, hold the shift key, and click on the last file on the list.
Dad: Nothing happened.
Me: Did you keep holding the shift key? Because you have to hold it until you click the last file.
Dad: Okay, let me try this again.
Me: *Repeating the instructions*
Dad: Nothing happened.
Me: *laughing* Dad, are you sure you did what I told you?
Dad: Yes. Why are you laughing at me? You know, it was working just fine when I was doing edit, select all.
Me: *laughing* Fine, just go ahead and do that again.
Dad: What’s so funny?
Me: Dad, what I just tried to teach you has been one of the most basic computer functions since, like the dawn of time. I just can’t understand why you couldn’t get it to work.
Dad: Edit, select all… okay, it’s copying.
Me: Finally! Dad, are you sure you were holding the shift key?
Dad: Yes, I was holding the shift key!
Me: Not the control key, the shift key?
Dad: Yes!! You know, I resent this! I know where the shift key is!! I KNEW WHERE THE SHIFT KEY WAS BEFORE YOU WERE EVEN A GLINT IN MY EYE!! SO IF I SAY I’M HOLDING THE SHIFT KEY, THEN I’M HOLDING…
Me: Yes?
Dad: …the spacebar.
Me: Ha ha. Wait, are you serious?
Dad: Yes. God, I have to stop doing this so late at night.
Me: Dad, it’s only 9:30.
Dad: I know, I know.