The Computer Finally Learned to Listen

There&rsquo;s a bar in Compostela — I won&rsquo;t say which one, because then everyone would go and ruin it — where the bartender has never once asked what I want. He sees me walk in, he pours. Fifteen years of this. He knows by the way I sit whether it&rsquo;s a coffee day or a ribeiro day. He&rsquo;s never wrong. &#xA; I mention this because I spent an hour last week arguing with my computer…