I had occasion to exchange emails and then a short telephone call with Cooke Bakke yesterday. Having talked with her four or five years ago about mortgage fraud, she sent me an urgent email asking me to give her a call. My blog had caught her attention and she wanted to know if I’d be available to speak at an upcoming Mensa conference in July in Reno about anecdotal blogging. Mind you, I’m not a member myself so this came as quite a surprise.
Anyway, in the course of the conversation, she related a humorous story about an on going problem she has with technology. On this particular occasion Cooke was having difficulty turning the television on. Spending a good five minutes pushing every button on the remote and the television itself, she finally gave up and called her husband at work.
“I can’t get the damn television to turn on,” she complained.
“Okay, take a deep breath and sit yourself down on the couch,” her husband instructed.
“Okay,” Cooke responded.
“You there,” he asked.
“Yup,” she responded.
“Do you see the little black cable box on top of the tv?” he asked.
“No,” she said.
“There’s a good reason for that,” he said. “It’s in the repair shop.”
“Ohhhhhh,” Cooke said.
I don’t know about you but there’s something about self-deprecating humor that I find very human and naturally endearing. Perhaps my attraction to it is that it is the very antithesis of pretentiousness.