The end of his rope

The white haired man in the coffee shop hung his head a little.

"I just don't think I can do it anymore."

The man sitting next to him seemed concerned and shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

"You can't give up."

"No, no. I'm too old anyway. What's the use? I keep telling Carla that it's not going to work."

"You need to stay positive."

"No, I'm tired of it. I keep trying to use it and it won't work right. I type and the damn thing just turns off. I just need to face facts, I'll never be able to use a computer."

"Never say never."

"I guess I'm back at square one." Sighs. "I hate square one."