I was having trouble with my computer.
So I called Freddie, the 9 year Old next door, whose bedroom looks like Mission Control, and asked him to Come over.
Freddie clicked a couple of buttons and solved the problem. As he was walking away, I called after him, ‘So, what was wrong?
He replied, ‘It was an ID ten T error.’
I didn’t want to appear stupid, but nonetheless inquired, ‘An, ID Ten T error? What’s that?
In case I need to fix it again.’ Freddie grinned.
‘Haven’t you ever heard of an ID ten T error Before?”
No,’ I replied. ‘Write it down,’ he said, ‘and I think you’ll figure it Out.’
So I wrote down: I D 1 0 T
So I called Freddie, the 9 year Old next door, whose bedroom looks like Mission Control, and asked him to Come over.
Freddie clicked a couple of buttons and solved the problem. As he was walking away, I called after him, ‘So, what was wrong?
He replied, ‘It was an ID ten T error.’
I didn’t want to appear stupid, but nonetheless inquired, ‘An, ID Ten T error? What’s that?
In case I need to fix it again.’ Freddie grinned.
‘Haven’t you ever heard of an ID ten T error Before?”
No,’ I replied. ‘Write it down,’ he said, ‘and I think you’ll figure it Out.’
So I wrote down: I D 1 0 T
I used to like the little shit
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