I couldn’t help but chuckle when I saw the repair shop sign proudly advertising its services for “Vacuum cleaners, microwave ovens, turntables, and computer.” Not computers—just the one, singular, mysterious “computer.” It’s like they’ve got one guy in the back who fixed a Commodore 64 back in the ’80s and now considers himself the local tech guru. Can you trust a place that can go from repairing your old microwave to resurrecting your dusty vinyl player and then confidently take on the computer? I’m not so sure.
It’s giving off the same energy as a restaurant that serves sushi, pizza, and pancakes all under one roof—you know they’re doing something, but you’re not sure they’re doing it right. Maybe they’re hoping you won’t notice the awkward phrasing or that you’ll believe they’ve mastered all forms of broken technology through sheer versatility. But really, if they can fix vacuum cleaners and “computer” with equal ease, I’d be afraid to drop off my laptop and pick it up sounding like it’s trying to suck dust out of my desk while playing a vinyl record backward.
