it's not often that one gets to see neon swastikas and fishnet-clad women dancing in high heels without going to some degenerate supremacist strip club. but this is beside the point.
the point is that the job also has its downsides as well, like when the group's truck driver came into the office asking if anyone could help him with his computer. he told us it was an Apple product, and my colleagues - technophilic Macophobes - turned to me in unison.
i said, "sure," and followed him outside.
in retrospect, the first sign of something awry was the fact that the truck driver apologized to me about his cab being a mess. the potential implications of his need passed unnoticed, however, and i sat down and started bringing up programs on his computer, unsure of precisely what it was he expected me to do. i'm no Luddite, but nor am i anything more than proficient when it comes to binary and batteries.
to diagnose the problem, i started opening up random programs, placing a strain on the processor and seeing what happened. in my fervor, i happened to click on a .jpg file on the desktop. the picture opened:
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unfortunately the same cannot be said for my memory; when i close my eyes i still see the pornographic photo of truck driver from Texas, well-cocked and self-photographed, in my mind's eye.
needless to say, i closed the program and continued working. an uncomfortable minute passed before he spoke, explaining that it was his wife that put the picture there.
i mumbled, "uh-huh," and returned inside.
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