Another SBF update.
The good news is that SBF's PC and printer are working fine. But the bad news is two old issues I have with SBF (or SBF's own issues) have reappeared, like a bad sequel.
The first is with his current CO/Smoke detector. He bought it about 6 months ago and it just died. He was somehow able to take it down from its housing on the ceiling. I tried but couldn't find any way to get the bottom off to view or replace the battery. This may be a disposable detector you just replace with a new one. If that is the case, then 6 months is a pretty short time for one of these detectors to work. SBF will have someone else (who is associated with the building's management) come by who knows more about these things. As long as it's out of my hands, that's fine.
But SBF repeated a gaffe from 2014-15 when he gave my phone number to another friend who had me make a housecall to fix a very simple problem, one he could have fixed on his own if he had gotten down on the floor and seen an unattached cable. I asked SBF to tell his friend not to call me again, but that didn't get through because SBF's friend called me a year later asking for another housecall.
This time it wasn't a housecall. But it was a friend of his who called me out of the blue asking for a rematch of a chess game we played back in high school, circa 1980! This man, I'll call him "M", called me about a week ago and didn't identify himself as a friend of SBF. It was only several minutes into our conversation when I began to put the pieces together. Yes, I had played a game of chess against M while we were in high school. M attended the same high school as SBF. I wasn't sure, but I believed our game ended as a draw because the match had already been decided and our game was the last one left. It was common for the players to simply take a draw because the visiting team (my team) had a bus waiting and we wanted to get home.
M wanted a rematch and wanted to get together with me like we were friends, which we were not. That game circa 1980 was the only time we ever met, and I had no desire whatsoever to get together with him or play a game of chess with him, no matter how our 1980 game turned out.
Being the collector I am, I saved many chess games I played in back in the 1980s, from high school, college, and in a chess club I played in later in the 1980s. And I happened to have the exact game we played in January, 1980. It was a draw, but I was losing at the time. I told SBF, after chewing him out for giving M my phone number ("I f**ked up," he said), to tell M we drew in our game he was winning, and I had no interest in any rematch.
Why did SBF think it was okay to give M my phone number, just like he did with his inept friend for me to make PC repair housecalls?
Rant over......
