Amusing


The FW ... of emails never ceases to amaze me. It seems that everything goes around and around and back again. This one, however, was new and amusing. It comes from that vast netherland of whobeyons.

The topic was that the people you always need to call when your techno-problems are out of hand are usually in that faraway land of India, where the high-technos are waiting.

This particular photo (one of three but representative) is allegedly from India. And we wonder, the story continues, why we bother.

Perhaps it's better in the suburbs.

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