Phone rings. Heavy Indian accent, slow enunciation: “Sir, your computer has been sending mail to Microsoft Services indicating it is having problems. Are you sitting in front of your computer, sir?”
Sigh.
“Yes.”
“Is it on?”
“It’s always on. By the way, it’s not Windows. This is Linux. Does your mother know what you’re doing.”
Wait for the huh? from the other end of the world.
“Sir … I know what I am doing is bad. I have no choice.”
What!
“Er, ah, surely can find another job.”
“No, sir, I must do this, there is no other jobs.”
We went on from there, but my evil plan to induce shame was foiled.
