Thick support call

By Primal Sneeze | Feb 27, 2007

- Howya, Primal. Listen, that Internet ya put on the computer for me is useless.

- How so, Pádraigh?

- There’s nothing on it. You’ll have to come over here again and put a different Internet on it.

- There’s only one Internet, Pa. Settle for a minute. Tell me more. You were using Google to look up stuff, right?

- Yeah. And all it ever says is “did you mean something else” or “did not match any documents”. I’m looking at it now and that’s what it says - “didn’t match”.

- Well, the “did you mean something else” is usually because you misspelled a word and it is guessing at the correct spelling.

- That could be it. I wouldn’t be great at spelling. But the other yoke - “didn’t match”. If everything is supposed to be on the Internet, how the fek can it find nothing? You’ll have to get me another Internet.

- Keep settled, Pa. What were you trying to look up just now?

- I was looking for lads around here selling hayledge. I’m selling a few bales and I was wondering what other lads are charging.

- Ok. So tell me exactly what you typed in.

- I told ya already, ya eejit. “Lads around here selling hayledge”.

- I have it, Pádraigh. The problem is between the chair and the keyboard. I will have to come over again. We can’t fix this over the phone. Will you be free today? For a few hours? A good few hours.

3 Comments so far
  1. Ann March 1, 2007 6:48 am

    That’s a great story.

  2. laurie March 4, 2007 3:09 pm

    haylidge? i could use some haylidge. send him over!

  3. Primal Sneeze March 5, 2007 9:26 am

    Laurie: I might suggest to him that he send you a few bales as an e-mail attachment … then sit back and enjoy!

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