Return things
 

I went other day to return an exercise bike that I had borrowed from a guy that I use to work for. I told him I had put up winter coats, so didn't need a rack anymore.
I went into his office and the girl told me that printer, scanner, fax and copying wasn't working. So I told her to open device manager & see what it shows. She said "where in hell is that." I asked her, are not you the same girl that told me you were going to collage and had this shit down? Anyway she got the install cds & guess what? No drivers for XP. So I got the fax working and said I had to go. I rebooted and every IM program in this world popped up, With about 50 messages each + plus more shit. I damn sure had to go then! Boy ain't collage schooling great?

What's her IM screen name???

Don't know and don't want to. If you hit on that broad, Spca would be after your butt. Something about dumb animals, I think.

I work on the network on campus here at SLU and I get to see the monkeys in their native environment. They don't get taught a damn thing about coumputers. As far as they're concerned a PC is nothing but a fancy typewriter. I mean really, I sometimes dread going to work because I can feel the brain cells dying under the influence of the stupidity radiating from them.