[936] in Humor
HUMOR: um...
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Andrew A. Bennett)
Sat Jun 17 11:10:08 1995
To: humor@MIT.EDU
Date: Sat, 17 Jun 1995 11:07:52 EDT
From: "Andrew A. Bennett" <abennett@MIT.EDU>
Date: Sat, 17 Jun 1995 00:29:27 +0000 (GMT)
From: Espacionaute Spiff domine! <MATOSSIAN@aries.colorado.edu>
Date: Fri, 16 Jun 1995 17:05:07 -0400
From: bostic@CS.Berkeley.EDU (Keith Bostic)
From: David Boyce <dave@abyss.demon.co.uk>
Called out by a luser's buddy recently and almost dragged bodily out of the
armchair. Down the corridor it goes like this:
L: Quick, Quick, its my mate. The slidey silver thingy has fallen off
inside the computer. Quick, she's going mad!. Oh, do hurry, ALL her works
on it!
And so on at 10 to the dozen.
I get there, and luser is seated in a hunched up position, apparently
contorted with angst. She is in mondo panic mode and I start poking about
looking for the shutter in the drive.
L: Hurry, Hurry, get it out of there. Quick, Faster. Hurry up all my work
is on there. Backup, what's that? Oh pleeeeeese get it out. My assignments
etc.
Me: Hang on, never mind the shutter, where's the disk?
L: Right here [stupid].
She's all hunched over, with the disk wrapped up in her cardy and scrunched
under her armpit.
Me: Er?
L: Quick, get that slidey thing back on it before THE LIGHT GETS ON THE
FILM. Get a box to put it in or /something/. Oh quic.... etc ad nauseum.
ROFPML.
