My husband and I have become what used to be called a “full-service gas station” – or as the young people say, a “one-stop-shop” – for my dad.

I handle the accounting for his company, all bank transactions, payments and investments. My husband helps him with his private investments, computer problems, and gives advice whenever he needs a new printer, laptop or gadget.

Last night he was over at our place. My husband helped him with several share purchases and ordered a new printer for his summer house.

This morning my dad called early, in full panic mode.

He couldn’t log into his computer. It was asking for a password, and my dad only ever logs in with his fingerprint.

I tried to calmly explain that he had probably accidentally changed the login settings, but he was already too frustrated to listen. Five minutes later he was ringing our doorbell.

My husband fixed the fingerprint login in two minutes. Dad checked that his email and internet sharing from the phone were working, and left happy.

My dad is 80 years old.

He still runs his consulting company and works six days a week. But when it comes to technology, he is completely helpless – worse than a one-year-old.

When I was a teenager, my mother bought a brand new CD player. That same evening she went to a sewing party at the neighbour’s. When she came home, my dad had tried to play a CD… and managed to completely destroy the player.

She had to buy a new one the next day.

Some things, it seems, never change.

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