(Referencing my tags here)
Jonathan Toews sits down on the Genius Bar stool late on a Wednesday night. RJ recognizes him, but decides not to mention it. She checks her schedule. “I see you’re having some phone problems, what can I do for you?”
Toews pulls out his phone. It still has the default background screen. Toews enters his password—0099—painstaking slow. When he hands his phone over it just has the default apps.
“I want to take video,” he says. “Right now I can just take photos.” RJ takes the phone and angles it towards Toeews. “So first you open the Camera app - ”
Toews holds up a hand. “Wait, let me - ” and then he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pen and paper. TOUCH CAMERA BUTTON he writes.
“Once you’ve opened the app it’ll automatically be on photo, just swipe right - ” SWIPE RIGHT Toews writes down and then looks at RJ expectantly. “Swipe right and then you’ll have the option for video. Click the red button and that’s it, you’re recording.”
Toews looks down at his list, that now says RED BUTTON at the end.”And that’s it?” RJ nods.
“Pretty much—you can swipe for other ways of taking photos or video, but that’s how to get to video.” Toews stares at his list.
“Oh,” he says finally. “I guess I just thought there was more because, um. Well.” He trails off, but RJ’s worked there long enough to fill in the “because I couldn’t figure it out.”
“Well,” RJ says at the same time Toews says “what about old timey photos?”
RJ stares blanky. “Old timey?” Toews asks, making a hand gesture. “Sometimes guys I know have those, with the….colors,” he finishes, with a shrug. RJ nods. “Oh! I think you mean filters. Yea, I can show you those. Do you know how to download apps?”
Toews eyes go wide. “There are more apps?” RJ grins. “Let me change your life,” and then she pulls up the App Store app.
An hour later, Toews has downloaded three hockey apps, sent 12 people a blurry Snapchat of his thumb covering a selfie of him and RJ, and spent 15 minutes adding his practice schedule to the Calendar. RJ finally has to usher him out to help someone else.
“This was,” Toews says, signing a bag for a friend of hers. “Wow.” He holds his phone out in awe. “What a neat little pocket computer, eh?”
(Jonny gets his receipt of service sent to his personal address [email protected], which he still uses because “he likes the news”)
