I thought I’d left these calls behind me for good when I was dumped from my old job…

“Hi, my keyboard doesn’t work.”

“Really.”

“Yeah, see, I spilled my coffee on it.”

“Yep, that’s why it doesn’t work.”

“How can I fix it?”

“You can’t. You got coffee in your keyboard.”

“But I dried it out!”

“It died the moment the coffee hit it, I’m afraid.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Are you sure?”

“Really sure.”

“But I liked that keyboard…”

What’s worse, she’d snagged some other keyboard (I shudder to guess from where) and plugged it in without powering down the PC first, and the “new” keyboard isn’t USB, so… she damned near fried the computer’s keyboard connector, never mind the whole motherboard of the PC. So far so good, though: Rebooting got the “new” keyboard working, though not before the client could regale me with five more minutes’ worth of “I’m not a computer person” and “I wish you could make my old keyboard work.”

Sigh. Oh well, you take the bad with the good, right?