Exactly what is the speed of stupid????
I have come to accept that my parents are not very tech savy. They come from a different era, I get that. I bought my Dad an ipod for father's day a couple of years ago. He looked at me like I was practicing sorcery in his house. He asked how it worked. After explaining, several times, that he can stop buying CD's, I finally had to set up his itunes account for him. Sync up the ipod for him, and then neither he nor I ever saw the damn thing again. Ok, maybe the ipod was a bad call, my fault.
But the other day, my Dad was complaining that something was wrong with his printer. I said that his printer should be fine, I had just used it last week. All he said was "fix it". This is my Dad, which means you need to start at the very top of the checklist.
-Is the printer plugged in?---Check
-Is the Printer turned on?---Check
-Is there paper in the printer?---Check
-Is there ink in the Printer?---Check
Ok, so far all systems are go. Now we have to get a little more complicated.
-Is the printer actually connected to the computer?---HOLY HORSE SHIT BATMAN, THERE'S THE PROBLEM!!!!
Ok so now that I have foiled the evil printer's diabolical plot against my father, lets print the "couple of documents" that my Dad said were already in there. The printer then begins to print out 10 COPIES OF THE EXACT SAME DOCUMENT!
When I ask my Dad why he would print 10 copies of the same thing, his reply was an astounding "I didnt print 10 copies". Yes, yes he did, because after the 4th copy printed, I just became more and more astounded when they just kept coming. After the 8th copy, I actually started taking bets on how many copies there would be in total.
The voices in my head actually began to start arguing...
"8 copies? Really?"
"There's no way he printed 8 copies of the same document"
"The fact that there are 8 copies on the tray would seem to prove otherwise"
"Holy shit, here comes another one"
"Did he confuse the computer with a slot machine? Maybe this time will be the one that pays off?"
"Here comes number 10"
"Are there anymore?"
"Something else is printing. Number 11?
"Nope, it's the ONE thing that we printed, which told us THE FUCKING PRINTER WASNT WORKING!!!"
6 items on the checklist, 11 print jobs and 1 minor schitzophrenic episode later, I remember 2 things.
1) That I love my father very much
and
2) Mental illness is hereditary and usually stars in your 30's
I have come to accept that my parents are not very tech savy. They come from a different era, I get that. I bought my Dad an ipod for father's day a couple of years ago. He looked at me like I was practicing sorcery in his house. He asked how it worked. After explaining, several times, that he can stop buying CD's, I finally had to set up his itunes account for him. Sync up the ipod for him, and then neither he nor I ever saw the damn thing again. Ok, maybe the ipod was a bad call, my fault.
But the other day, my Dad was complaining that something was wrong with his printer. I said that his printer should be fine, I had just used it last week. All he said was "fix it". This is my Dad, which means you need to start at the very top of the checklist.
-Is the printer plugged in?---Check
-Is the Printer turned on?---Check
-Is there paper in the printer?---Check
-Is there ink in the Printer?---Check
Ok, so far all systems are go. Now we have to get a little more complicated.
-Is the printer actually connected to the computer?---HOLY HORSE SHIT BATMAN, THERE'S THE PROBLEM!!!!
Ok so now that I have foiled the evil printer's diabolical plot against my father, lets print the "couple of documents" that my Dad said were already in there. The printer then begins to print out 10 COPIES OF THE EXACT SAME DOCUMENT!
When I ask my Dad why he would print 10 copies of the same thing, his reply was an astounding "I didnt print 10 copies". Yes, yes he did, because after the 4th copy printed, I just became more and more astounded when they just kept coming. After the 8th copy, I actually started taking bets on how many copies there would be in total.
The voices in my head actually began to start arguing...
"8 copies? Really?"
"There's no way he printed 8 copies of the same document"
"The fact that there are 8 copies on the tray would seem to prove otherwise"
"Holy shit, here comes another one"
"Did he confuse the computer with a slot machine? Maybe this time will be the one that pays off?"
"Here comes number 10"
"Are there anymore?"
"Something else is printing. Number 11?
"Nope, it's the ONE thing that we printed, which told us THE FUCKING PRINTER WASNT WORKING!!!"
6 items on the checklist, 11 print jobs and 1 minor schitzophrenic episode later, I remember 2 things.
1) That I love my father very much
and
2) Mental illness is hereditary and usually stars in your 30's
sambucus:
That blog cracked me up. My mom is like that. But instead of asking for help she kind of complains loudly to herself until I go see what is wrong.
comixbookgurl:
hahaha wow