So I’ve decided I’m going to start posting more detailed accounts of things that have happened around me. I’ll start this off with one of my earliest tech stories.
Years and years ago, when I was still in high school, I was already doing tech support for my friends. There was this one friend that while wasn’t the smartest, was nice, but broke a lot of things with what he did. This meant that I wasn’t surprised when he called saying that his new comp was having issues.
I went over and took a look at his new computer. This was the time when the case was solid metal, the computer cost more than $4000 and weighed a lot.
His father was somewhat rich and had just bought him the computer, but was also doing work on the house. So when I opened the comp up, I found the insides had been coated with Sheetrock dust. I told him I’d be back the next day with what I needed to clean the comp.
I left and came back the next day and as I walked into the house, I heard a strange noise, it was like thunka-thunka-thunka, over and over. I asked him what that noise was and he said I should be proud of him, he was cleaning the comp himself. I asked him again what the noise was, a bit worried now, he replied that it was the comp going through the rinse cycle.
Now very worried, I told him to show me and he took me to the laundry room and there in a front loading washing machine was the comp going around in the machine. Each time it slammed into the drum it made a thunka noise.
I watched it for a moment before asking him if that how he would clean his SNES, this made him stop and look at me in shock and asked what should we do. I said first we needed to get the comp out and see what the damage was. So we got the machine to drain and spin down and pulled out the machine. I also saw that the metal case of the computer had destroyed the washing machine’s drum.
So we opened up the comp and found it was basically green soup inside, every board shattered into small pieces. At this point I put the comp back together and began to walk to the front door, this was last straw in a long line of things he wanted me fix that he broke. As I walked toward the door, he asked what he should do and I told him to rebox the computer and send it back to the manufacturer. When he asked me what he should tell them, I waited till I was in the door and told him, just as I was closing the door behind me, tell them that you’re too dumb to own a computer.
I never spoke to him again.