I was having computer problems. In this sense, it was a day like any other.
I call the computer repair guy. He asks me to read the service tag off the hard-drive. I crane my neck and peer and poke about, and finally I see it. I read the series of numbers and letters in a muffled, mildly confused voice.
He reads them back to confirm, but he’s misheard one letter.
“D as in Dell?” he asks.
“Oops, no,” I answer. “B as in Bell.”
A few murmurs from the other end of the line as he corrects his mistake. I look down at the remaining number and read it out loud. And apparently suffer from an odd form of brain freeze.
The last number was a 1. Or as I said to him:
“That’s a ‘1’ as in ‘you one-t a piece of this?'”
I kid you not.