Assumptions gone....wrong?

There was a time in my life, I didn't like the word ASSUME because I thought it was a donkey word because of the way it was spelled. Ass-u-me. To me it meant that it would make an 'ass' out of either 'you' or me. And that was one word that had a lot of kick. But I changed my mind. Or actually my 'experience' changed it for me. End of that story and the beginning of another one.


Once upon a time, (a story has to start somewhere) not too long ago, the mail arrived. In it was my freebie 3-in-1 camera that I got for 'trying something out...no risk involved' jobbie. And, like the 'kid with a new toy' guy that I am, I got excited! Rushing down to the store (where I used to work), I eagerly showed Avni,a co-worker, my new hi-tech camera and asked him how to use it. As young as he is (he calls me grandpa), he knows a bunch about 'new stuff'. Looking at it for a second, he took my picture and did a video of me and erased it and said that that was all there was to it. I assumed it was EZ. First assumption...gone wrong. Strike one!


Taking it home, I read the directions in the small book (written in four languages which three of which I didn't understand), I managed to find the power button and turn it on. I assumed that what I read would be written in an English that anyone with half a brain would understand. Well, my 'good' half of the brain must have taken a vacation, because I couldn't get it to work like it was supposed to. Second assumption...gone wrong. Strike two! I figured three strikes and this thing is OUTta here...headed for the trash can.


I sat down a reread the directions...again. This time I took a magnifying glass to make sure I saw all where all the 'teeny' lines were pointed at in the 'button explanation'. Since I had my cataract/lens replacement surgery I have to take my glasses OFF to read the fine print, the peeping glass was just an 'make-sure enhancer. Aha...success. I assumed that finally I knew what I was doing. Strike three! But this time the results were different. By fiddling with the buttons and thinking I was taking a snapshot I 'accidentlly' did a 2-in-1 event that I'm happy with. This is the what caused a turn-around for the camera. Whoopeee. It's headed for the dresser drawer instead of the junk yard.


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