[1325] in Humor
HUMOR: A Vision
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Andrew A. Bennett)
Tue Feb 27 10:08:12 1996
To: humor@MIT.EDU
Date: Tue, 27 Feb 1996 10:02:04 EST
From: "Andrew A. Bennett" <abennett@MIT.EDU>
Date: Sat, 24 Feb 1996 01:13:20 +0000 (GMT)
From: Espacionaute Spiff domine! <MATOSSIAN@aries.colorado.edu>
Date: Thu, 22 Feb 1996 07:05:02 -0500
From: bostic@bsdi.com (Keith Bostic)
Forwarded-by: Greg_Rose@sibelius.sydney.sterling.com
From: Doug_Bertinshaw@sydney.sterling.com
This is the story of a different kind. No melting CPU's, no screaming disc
drives, just the kind of psychological torture that scars a man for life.
I had a 9:00 meeting with my HP sales rep. I needed to buy an entire new
series 70 -- the works. He said it would take about an hour. Three hours
later, we'd barely gotten the datacomm hardware down on paper, so he
invited me downstairs for lunch.
This was my first experience in an HP cafeteria. Above the service counter
was a menu which began ...
MMUs (Main Menu Units)
0001A Burger. Includes sesame-seed bun. Must order condiments
00110A separately
001 Deletes seeds.
002 Expands burger to two patties.
00020A Double cheeseburger, preconfigured. Includes cheese, bun
and condiments.
001 Add-on bacon.
002 Delete second patty.
003 Replaces second patty with extra cheese.
00021A Burger Upgrade to Double Cheeseburger
001 From Single Burger.
002 From Double Burger.
003 Return credit for bun.
00220A Burger Bundle. Includes 00010A, 00210A and 00310A
001 Substitute root beer 00311A for cola 00310A.
My eyes glazed over. I asked for a burger and a root beer. The waitress
looked at me like I was an alien.
"How would you like to order that, sir?" "Quickly, if possible. Can't I
just order a sandwich and a drink?" "No sir. All our service is menu
driven. Now what would you like?" I scanned the menu. "How big is the
00010 burger?" "The patty is rated at eight bites." "Well, how about the
rest of it?" "I don't have the specs on that, sir, but I think it's a bit
more." "Eight bites is too small. Give me the Double Burger Upgrade."
My sales rep interrupted. "No, you want the Single Burger option 002
'expands burger to two patties.' The double burger upgrade would give
you two burgers.
"But you could get return credit on the extra bun," the waitress chimed
in, trying to be helpful, "although it isn't documented."
I looked around to see if anybody was staring at me. There was a
couple in line behind us. I recognized one of them, a guy who nearly
mowed me down in the parking lot with his cherry-red '62 Vette. He was
talking to some woman who was waving her arms around and looking
very excited.
"What if ... we marketed the bacon cheeseburger with the vegetable
option and without the burger and cheese? It would be a BLT!"
The woman charged off in the direction of the telephone, running
steeplechases over tables and chairs. My waitress tried to get my
attention again. "Have you decided, sir?"
"Yeah, give me the double burger--excuse me, I mean the 00020A with
the option 001. I want everything on it." She put me down for the
Condiment Expansion Kit, which included mayonnaise, mustard and
pickles with a option to substitute relish.
"Ketchup." I hated to ask. "I want ketchup on that, too." "That's not a
condiment, sir, it's a Tomato Product." My sales rep butted in again.
"Thats not a supported configuration." "What now?" I kept my voice
steady. "Too juicy. The bun can't handle it." "Look. Forget the
ketchup, just put some lettuce and tomatoes on it."
The waitress backed away from the counter. "I'm sorry, sir, but thats
not supported either, the bun can take it but the burger won't fit in the
box. The sales rep defended himself. "Just not at first release." "It is
being beta-tested, sir."
I checked the overhead screen. Fries, number 000210A, option 110.
French, followed by option 120, English. "What the hell are English
Fries?" I turned to the sales rep. "Chips they call them. We sell a lot
of them."
I gave up. "OK, OK just give me a plain vanilla Burger Bundle." The
confused the waitress profoundly. "Sir, Vanilla as an option is
configured only for series 00450 Milkshakes." My sales rep chuckles.
"No ma'am, he just wants a standard 00220A off the shelf." I wondered
how long it had been on the shelf. I didn't ask.
"Very good, sir." The waitress breathed a sigh of relief. "Your meal is
now on order. Now how would you like it supported?" "Support?" She
directed me to the green shaded area at the bottom of the menu, and I
began a litany with my Sales Rep that I'll never forget.
"Implementation assistance?"
"You get a waiter."
"Implementation analysis?"
"You tell him how hungry you are and he tells you what to eat."
"Response Center Support?"
"He brings it to your table."
"Extended materials?"
"You get refills."
I stuffed some money at the waitress and told her to take it. She gave
me my check on three sheets of green-bar paper. I studied it on my way
to the table, and decided it would pass as an emergency napkin.
Table? My Sales Rep had been bright enough to order us a table. He
hadn't been bright enough to check on a delivery date. The table waiter
slouching in his corner surveyed the crowded room, looked at me and
said, "Two weeks. But I can get you a stand alone chair by the window
right away."
I handed him the tray. A woman rushed up to me with two small cups
of chili and sauerkraut for a hot dog somebody else had ordered. The
room began to grow dim, my eyesight faded...
I woke up clutching the water glass at my bedside table. It was five AM,
four hours till my meeting with HP. I had had a vision, I did what it told
me to do. I dialed my office, and I called in sick.
