I'm never freely volunteering the fact that I work with computers again

[DS1]

*at the barbershop*

btw, this is the third time in a row where she's asked my name, where I work, where is that, where I live, how I like it there. Just shut the fuck up and cut hair


Barber: So, where do you work

Me: 'where I work'

Barber: Sounds like it's got to do with computers

Me: Yep, I work with them

Barber: O RLY? My son's iPod shuffle stopped working after a power outage, and we can't get songs back on it. Do you know what the problem might be.

At this point I'm already thinking about jamming the handles of her scissors into the counter and pulling a "Cop in The Dead Zone" on myself.

Now I'm starting to know how doctors must feel at parties.
/end rant