I had a computer problem yesterday, so I called Eric, the eleven year old next door, whose bedroom looks like Mission Control and asked him to come over.
Eric clicked a couple of buttons and solved the problem.As he was walking away, I called after him, ‘So, what was wrong?’He replied, ‘It was an ID ten T error.’I didn’t want to appear stupid, but nonetheless inquired,’An ID ten T error? What’s that? In case I need to fix it again.’Eric grinned…. ‘Haven’t you ever heard of an ID ten T error before?’No,’ I replied.’Write it down,’ he said, ‘and I think you’ll figure it out.’
So I wrote down:
I used to like Eric , that little shit.