Last Saturday I splashed tea on my laptop's keyboard in a freak teapot accident. Yes, I know, I'm stupid to have liquid anywhere near my laptop. I thought I'd gotten it all off the keyboard before any damage was done, but now I have about 10 keys on my keyboard that don't work. I tried blow-drying it on Monday after someone suggested it, but that didn't work.
Wednesday I braved the chilly temps, high winds and rain-threatening clouds (OK, it was 59 degrees but when you are in a short-sleeved light blouse with no jacket that's chilly) and bought a keyboard so that I could use my computer again. To be clear, I have partial use of it now: I can't type anything useful, but the mousepad works and after someone else suggested that I use cut-and-paste to create the password I was able to log on the internet and read stuff. This doesn't sound like much but I've become accustomed to the luxury of being able to consult the National Weather Service before getting dressed in the morning, so I was happy. (Well, less miserable.)
I had the fond expectation that having opened up the box I could plug the keyboard in and all would be well in my life again. Oh, no. ( That would make sense. )