So, picture if you will, a veterinary hospital waiting room. Small, clean, a few clients waiting with pets. Picture myself (we will insert Milla Jovovich because she's hot), in plain clothes, standing next to the front door, chatting with a manager. To my left, about five feet away, propped up on a rack of dog food, is a battered old computer moniter. I'm getting some last minute information from the manager before I head out to put the thing in my car.
A customer walks in. He pauses. He looks at me. He looks over at the moniter. He looks back at me. He picks up the moniter and walks back out.
Manager and I share a puzzled look, then casually follow the guy outside to watch. I'm half expecting that some mysterious force had gripped him and commanded he put the thing in my car for me like a good little gentleman. But no, he's slowly walking away, across the parking lot to another car. He pops the trunk, puts in the moniter, gets into the car, and drives away.
We stand there staring off after him.
"Do you know him?" I ask.
"He comes in occasionally with a cat," she replies.
"He just stole my moniter."
"I think you're right."
"That was the moniter that imploded, right?"
"Yep."
"So, glorified paperweight?"
"Not only that, there's something wrong with the wiring too. It short circuited our hard drive."
"Good, good. Well, one less broken piece of heaviness to lug back to corporate for trashing. Have a good afternoon."
"You too."
A customer walks in. He pauses. He looks at me. He looks over at the moniter. He looks back at me. He picks up the moniter and walks back out.
Manager and I share a puzzled look, then casually follow the guy outside to watch. I'm half expecting that some mysterious force had gripped him and commanded he put the thing in my car for me like a good little gentleman. But no, he's slowly walking away, across the parking lot to another car. He pops the trunk, puts in the moniter, gets into the car, and drives away.
We stand there staring off after him.
"Do you know him?" I ask.
"He comes in occasionally with a cat," she replies.
"He just stole my moniter."
"I think you're right."
"That was the moniter that imploded, right?"
"Yep."
"So, glorified paperweight?"
"Not only that, there's something wrong with the wiring too. It short circuited our hard drive."
"Good, good. Well, one less broken piece of heaviness to lug back to corporate for trashing. Have a good afternoon."
"You too."
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