I was having trouble with my computer. So I called Braden, the 11 year
old next door whose bedroom looks like Mission Control,
and asked him to come over.
Braden 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.
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 D 1 0 T
I used to like the little shit . .. . . . .