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“GGGRRRRRR”
“What’s the matter Honey?”
“It’s this stupid computer again: acting up and not doing what I want it to do. I ought to throw it in the trash!”
“Have patience; let me see what I can do.”
“No, I’m going to get this thing to work or else.”
“Okay, I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me.”
Growling and thumping coming from the den prompts: “Honey, let me try before you break it. We can’t afford to replace another computer. What are you trying to do?”
“I’m just trying to write a letter to a former colleague telling him of a position opening up here. I’ve got it in the form I want but the computer is doing all this strange stuff with it. I wish we hadn’t sold the typewriter at the garage sale.”
“Well, let me try. What do you want to say in it?”
“I’ve handwritten it and I’d mail it but I don’t think he could read my writing.”
“Okay, that shouldn’t be a problem. Where’s your letter in the computer?”
“I deleted it…several times.”
“Well, give me a couple of minutes.”
“Sounds good, I need to go to the bathroom anyway.”
Moments later, “Wow, how did you do that? It looks good. The computer is working now, let me do it myself.”
“I didn’t do anything to the computer; it seems to be working fine.”
“Switch places with me then.”
“I’ll be in the kitchen again if you need me.”
More growling and thumbing brings the wife back as her husband is dialing the phone, “Who are you calling?”
“The computer help line, I’m going to find out why this thing doesn’t like me.”
“Put it on speaker, this should be interesting.”
“Computer Specialists help desk, how may I help you?”
“Yes, is this the computer geniuses? Perhaps you can tell me why this stupid computer hates me.”
“Tell me what is going on and maybe we can help.”
“I’m trying to write a letter. The computer let’s my wife do it but when I try it has red and green lines under a lot of my words.”
Muffled laughter in the background, “Sounds like you have another P.I.C.N.I.C. there.”
“Honey, hang up. Hang up now!”
“Why?”
“Just hang up.”
Click
“What did they mean about there being a picnic?”
“Well, Dear, there’s nothing wrong with the computer.”
“Oh oh, I know that smile. What did I do? What’s a picnic mean?”
“Problem In Chair, Not In Computer.”
“Oops.”
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