the man and me.
Today’s trip was going swimmingly, the first supermarket was quiet and I managed to get all the things on my list. No old ladies were kicked into the air for me to get to the last pack of Izal.
The second supermarket right in the centre of town, their car park was full. I happily trolled up to the roof parking my charabanc high in the clouds of town. I was on a roll sadly not loo roll. As I wandered into town with my flat thing it crossed my mind that as the problem was intermittent maybe let sleeping curs lie. No, I’ve come this far and things are going so blooming well, it is silly to skiddadle home without at least letting these techwhizzards have a gander at my equipment. The shop was empty, the guy didn’t seem very interested when I asked for help. In true computer geek mode his fingers flew over the soft downy skin of my apricot howsyourfather. He managed in a few short nanoseconds to completely and utterly make my flat thing die!
He handed it back saying best you get the guy who sorted it out to unscramble what has been done.
‘Err, he is probably back home in Bulgaria, as he seems to have dropped off the trendy techie Ludlow scene!’ I testily replied.
‘I can’t help you, next’ he said handing it back to me and looking past me to the lady at the head of the queue. The queue which had morphed out of the ether, as if by magic.
‘Hold tight, you are now attempting to send me out of the shop in a worse state than I came in after your fingers flew over the keyboard and completely and efficiently shafted my flat thing! Now I am fully aware this technical stuff is imprinted in your DNA. This just isn’t right!’ My irritation level was rising at about the same rate as the interest level of the queue. They hadn’t had so much fun as this since last year’s ruddy panto. I swept out of the shop like Widow Twanky on speed, steam escaping from every orifice and a few more besides!
On arriving home still gently steaming, telling himself about my parson’s egg sort of trip, he said
‘It appears Google is down, maybe hacked!’
Well I don’t mind admitting I was blooming hacked off, but not that much, surely?
I always thought I had power... the ruddy mind boggles.