I think it might be a conspiracy against me, but the crazy people are still after me! Why can’t I escape them? What odor am I emitting (ok, don’t answer that)? I can’t seem to escape them. Yesterday, I was at work, talking with a co-worker. A lady comes into my area and asks to use one of the computers. Sure, no problem I say and I go straight back to work. Then the lady shouts (she seems to be flustered and I am literally 2 feet away—no need for shouting) this computer is broken! I can’t get it to turn on!
The look on my face must have said it all because I look at her (astonished). It helps if you press the large round button below the desktop to power it on. To which she replies. Oh, I see, I am not used to desktop computers.
Is this conversation really happening? Why are the Crazies following me everywhere I go?