The Loony Bin
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Wed, 30 Jul 1997 19:08:55 +0100
Hiya People...
Looks like you need to be careful what you wear in Texas...
Wishes & Dreams...
- ANDREA
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------- Forwarded foolishness follows -------
The following is a true story.
Last week I walked into a local "home style cookin' restaurant/watering
hole" to pick up a take out order. I spoke briefly to the waitress
behind the counter, who told me my order would be done in a few
minutes.
So, while I was busy gazing at the farm implements hanging on the
walls, I was approached by two, uh, um... well, let's call them
"natives". These guys might just be the *original* Texas rednecks --
complete with ten-gallon hats, snakeskin boots and the pervasive odor
of cheap beer and whiskey.
"Pardon us, ma'am. Mind of we ask you a question?"
Well, people keep telling me that Texans are real friendly, so I
nodded.
"Are you a Satanist?"
Well, at least they didn't ask me if I liked to party.
"Uh, no, I can't say that I am."
"Gee ma'am. Are you *sure* about that?" they asked.
I put on my biggest, brightest Dallas Cowboys cheerleader smile and
said, "No, I'm positive. The closest I've ever come to Satanism is
watching Geraldo."
"Hmm. Interesting. See, we was just wondering why it is you have the
lord of darkness on your chest there."
I was this close to slapping one of them and causing a scene -- then I
stopped and noticed the T-shirt I happened to be wearing that day. Sure
enough, it had a picture of a small, devilish looking creature that has
for quite some time now been associated with a certain operating
system. In this particular representation, the creature was wearing
sneakers.
They continued: "See, ma'am, we don't exactly *appreciate* it when
people show off pictures of the devil. Especially when he's lookin' so
friendly."
These idiots sounded terrifyingly serious.
Me: "Oh, well, see, this isn't really the devil, it's just, well, it's
sort of a mascot."
Native: "And what kind of football team has the devil as a mascot?"
Me: "Oh, it's not a team. It's an operating-- uh, a kind of
computer."
I figured that an ATM machine was about as much technology as these
guys could handle, and I knew that if I so much as uttered the word
"unix" I would only make things worse.
Native: "Where does this satanical computer come from?"
Me: "California. And there's nothing satanical about it really."
Somewhere along the line here, the waitress has noticed my predicament
-- but these guys probably outweighed her by 600 pounds, so all she did
was look at me sympathetically and run off into the kitchen.
Native: "Ma'am, I think you're lying. And we'd appreciate it if you'd
leave the premises now."
Fortunately, the waitress returned that very instant with my order, and
they agreed that it would be okay for me to actually pay for my food
before I left. While I was at the cash register, they amused
themselves by talking to each other.
Native #1: "Do you think the police know about these devil computers?"
Native #2: "If they come from California, then the FBI oughta know
about 'em."
They escorted me to the door. I tried one last time: "You're really
blowing this all out of proportion. A lot of people use these kind of
computers. Universities, researchers, businesses. They're actually
very useful."
Big, big, BIG mistake. I should have guessed at what came next.
Native: "Does the government use these devil computers?"
Me: "Yes."
Another BIG boo-boo.
Native: "And does the government *pay* for 'em? With *our* tax
dollars?"
I decided that it was time to jump ship.
Me: "No. Nope. Not at all. You're tax dollars never entered the
picture at all. I promise. No sir, not a penny. Our good Christian
congressmen would never let something like that happen. Nope. Never.
Bye."
Texas. What a country.