Pining for the Fjords

Cut to the interior of a PC store, looking strangely like a pet shop.

Man 1: "'ello, Miss?"

Man 2: "Waddaya mean, Miss?"

Man 1: "Oh, I'm sorry, I have a cold. I wish to make a complaint about this operating system which I purchased not half an hour ago from this very boutique."

Man 2: "Oh yes, BeOS. What seems to be wrong with it?"

Man 1: "I'll tell you what's wrong with it my lad. It's dead, that's what's wrong with it!"

Man 2: "No, no, it's not dead, it's resting."

Man 1: "Look matey, I know a dead OS when I see one, and I've got one right here."

Man 2: "No no, it's not dead, it's resting. Remarkable OS, BeOS. Beautiful boot time!"

Man 1: "The boot time don't enter into it. It's bleedin' demised!"

Man 2: "No, it's pining... yeah.... pining for the fjords."

Man 1 (Incredulous): "PINING FOR THE FJORDS?!"

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