Family tech support

I always wondered what kind of people would get to a site by typing the full url into a google search box, then clicking on the first link in the results page. Now I know. It is my father. And my little sister.

Oh and my father’s cousin. That phone call was 50 odd minutes of my life I won’t see again. There is little to compare to the sinking feeling you get when the instruction ‘open a new window’ meets the response ‘I’ve got something called system preferences, is that it?’