Just like dad down in the garage, unwilling to part with golf clubs that haven’t seen a dimple on a golf ball in eons, so it goes with me and computer files.
They never cease to amaze me. They like to pretend things are serious, or that they have proper rules and regulations, but then they’ll end up undermining themelves with their casualness.
I hate those awkward moments. You’re in a confined space with a stranger; he leans over and starts to talk. You give the obligatory laugh or short response (like “yeah” and a smile) and then you both look forward into space.
