I went out to run some errands this afternoon. My first stop was the post office, to mail off a book to a new reader. However, something wasn’t quite right. The self-serve postal meter was stuck loading Windows XP.
The caution tape around the broken kiosk was a nice touch. As if to say "we don’t know what this damn thing will do next." Anyway, I did what any sensible person would, I threw a tantrum and demanded to see the manager. Just kidding. I bought a big glob of stamps from the old-fashioned stamp vending machine, and went about my business. But then, when I went to the bookstore, I saw another malfunctioning kiosk, this one running Windows 98.
At this point, I was kicking myself for not bringing my real camera. However, it wasn’t until I got home that the kicking began in earnest. Kicking, screaming, and a bit of thrashing about on the floor. You see, I thought a nice session of Rock Band would finish out the busy day nicely. But when I fired up the 360, I got some bad news.
Meaning: "I’m sorry, you’ll have to get a new one."