Geneuzel

Als de politie bij je binnenvalt om je computer in beslag te nemen heb je een slechte dag. Wat zou zo’n dag in vredesnaam nog goed kunnen maken? Stel je de volgende discussie tussen jou en de agent ter plaatse even voor:

• ‘We have your roommate’s permission to confiscate her computer,’ the Ichabod Crane one said.
• ‘Whatever,’ I said. They had already assured me that we would get our laptops back that afternoon, so I figured the damage had already been done. Ichabod started rooting around under her desk.
• ‘Where’s the computer?’ he said.
• ‘On the desk. That’s the computer,’ I said.
• ‘No, the computer.’
• ‘That’s the computer, dude.’
• ‘That’s the screen.’ He had lapsed into the voice you use when you explain to your 6-year-old cousin how the toaster works. ‘I mean the compuuuuuter. Understand?’
• ‘Dude. That’s the whole computer. Right there. The blue object the size of an armadillo.’
• ‘No. Where the daaaaata goes. The computer part.’
• ‘That is the computer. For Hell!’ Danish swear words aren’t as satisfying.
• ‘So that’s the entire computer, right there?’
• II was standing there with a look on my face like I was watching a dog walk on its hind legs.
• ‘New technology, huh?’ he said.
• I blew the dust off the keyboard and handed it to him. ‘Do you mind if I check your badge again?’

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