Less than a month ago I bought an external drive for backup of my several computers. As they are all made by Apple, I went to one of their stores in the center of Zagreb. The drive they sold me looked perfect even though it was not made by them, but I had trouble installing it. After much fiddling, my laptop would not let me copy anything onto the new drive. My two desktop computers in Motovun could not even recognize it. So, I returned to the Apple store an hour ago. There were no customers there. Four attendants in their early twenties rushed toward me. “Who’s the cleverest among you?” I started with a grin. One of them came forward, and I told him about my troubles. “Mind you,” I said as I was pulling the external drive and my laptop out of my knapsack, “I used to be good at this about forty years ago!” He smiled. “Solved,” he told me less than a minute later as he was copying my files onto the drive. “I bought my first Apple some twenty years ago,” I went on peevishly. He smiled again, and I started packing my electronic gear into the knapsack. “I’ll be back if anything goes wrong,” I said with a mock frown. “You are always welcome!” he smiled for the last time as he walked me to the door. And I felt like an old fool. “Creep,“ I berated myself on my way out, “why do you have to shoot your mouth all the time?!”