Here's another one I picked up in the computer store I worked for 4 years (a local thing):
Someone brings in a desktop PC for maintenance (where I lived at the time, 9 times out of 10 it was an HP machine). They begin by trying to sound techincally inclined, to appease their perception that you truly believe they know what the fuck they are doing, they just cannot be bothered, and want you, the peon, to service their lordly needs.
In this example, the simian fucktard explained in as much "cyberspace" as possible that the computer had the winx os, and the machines refused to reboot.
Naturally, as I am from West Texas, we are taught (some of us) to be polite, and listen to the idiot, keep a smile, and pretend to be emotionally moved to writing sonnets, all in the name of "happy customer".
I wrote all that to make a point that it was ME, not them, that got pissed off.
You see, whoever that person was in daily exchanges, they apparently lived in an instanced dungeon from World of Warcraft, namely, Wailing Caverns. The inside of the case was TATTOOED with fungus, mold, and creeping slime molds.
And this person wanted to know, with a straight face, innocence et al, what was WRONG with their machine.
Sometimes, the roles reverse, and the urge to murder is strong in this one...
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