Dad vs. Netflix


My dad is one of those people that loves gadgets. When it is getting close to upgrade time for his cell phone, he starts asking when I am picking up his new phone. Sometimes this starts six months before the upgrade. He piddles with his computers (yep, he has I think three now) and searches for the latest and greatest free virus scan program.

So when I got Netflix again I made the big mistake of showing him how cool it was; I showed him the streaming option, discussed the DVDs that you could add to your queue and talked about how getting rid of the movie channels and replacing with this was a great way to cut your budget.

I should have known better. . . soon it was all dad could talk about. He wanted it, mom sat on the couch pulling faces and I thought passing on this nugget of great technology was a good deed. Yet no good deed goes unpunished. . .so the saying goes.

The parental unit has a blue ray player but the one they have does not have a wireless card. No problem, I have a wireless adapter, just plug in and go! Not so fast Ames, little did I know that you have to have an adapter made specifically for a Blue Ray. The next best solution I had was move the cable modem and wireless router to the living room. Unfortunately dad didn’t agree with me.

After sending him on a Google search, multiple phone calls conferring what was gleaned from said search and some small tantrums on his part I offered to come to their place after work today. Mom nixed it due to the weather and I could hear the frustration in both of their voices. Mom’s saying she could care less about this silly thing and dad’s almost childlike got to have it right now or I will just die sighs.

I did what any good daughter would do. . . I marched into Best Buy and cornered a sales person. After getting all the options together I called and asked them both to stay on the line. I gave them five options, with costs repeating each and every explanation that was given to me. In what must have been the world’s fastest decision ever (in terms of my parents choosing which option they liked best, sometimes it takes a while to get to the answer) they chose option number five. I walked out with a Roku and sighed with relief that I can announce dad has won this round.

Of course, they still have to pick it up from my place and hook it up. Please pray that this next part is a peaceful agreement between dad and a machine. . . oh, and dad somehow remembers the password to their wireless router. Because passwords and my dad do not get along most of the time. . .

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