Now: why do most folk go to CompUSA, the computer store? I’m going to take a guess here and say “computers,” or things related to them. A USB hub. Some paper. Some ink cartridges, whose price reflects the fact that they contain ambergris and gold.
The Windows instructions were three pages long, and advised that you go to three different websites, find a driver on a page whose url was as long as an NBA player’s shinbone, sacrifice a songbird to the Santeria deity of your choice, and give it a shot. The Mac instructions were: plug it in. Turn it on.