A customer runs into our computer repair store panicking to such an extent that I think it’s a medical emergency.
Customer: “There’s something wrong – so terribly wrong – with my computer!”
She unzips her laptop bag and shoves a STEAMING laptop in my face. The smell is mostly acrid. Another tech runs up behind me, grabs the laptop and starts taking charge. Opening it, he sees that all the LEDs are blinking, so he rips out the battery and sets the laptop on the table.
Coworker: “What happened, ma’am?”
Customer: “I don’t know! I found it like this on the side table this morning!”
My coworker opens up the laptop, leans in and sniffs.
Coworker: “It smells like beer.”
Customer: “It wasn’t me! I drink scotch!”
The customer suddenly seems to realize something.
Customer: “Let me call my husband.”
She calls her husband and puts him on speakerphone as she asks him about his beer-drinking habits.
Customer’s Husband: “Yeah, I went to bed late last night. I think I stumbled to bed and I do seem to remember the sound of something spilling on the side table, but it was dark.
Me: Quietly. “Must’ve spilled his beer on the laptop last night.”
Customer: To us. “Can you save the laptop?”
Coworker: “It’s doused.”
Customer: “But can you save it!?”
Coworker: “No, beer or any liquid kills electronics.”
Customer: “But… my photos!”
We successfully backed up her hard drive with all her pictures but the machine itself died of alcohol poisoning.
And that kids, is why you don’t drink near your drives.
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A customer runs into our computer repair store panicking to such an extent that I think it’s a medical emergency.
Customer: “There’s something wrong – so terribly wrong – with my computer!”
She unzips her laptop bag and shoves a STEAMING laptop in my face. The smell is mostly acrid. Another tech runs up behind me, grabs the laptop and starts taking charge. Opening it, he sees that all the LEDs are blinking, so he rips out the battery and sets the laptop on the table.
Coworker: “What happened, ma’am?”
Customer: “I don’t know! I found it like this on the side table this morning!”
My coworker opens up the laptop, leans in and sniffs.
Coworker: “It smells like beer.”
Customer: “It wasn’t me! I drink scotch!”
The customer suddenly seems to realize something.
Customer: “Let me call my husband.”
She calls her husband and puts him on speakerphone as she asks him about his beer-drinking habits.
Customer’s Husband: “Yeah, I went to bed late last night. I think I stumbled to bed and I do seem to remember the sound of something spilling on the side table, but it was dark.
Me: Quietly. “Must’ve spilled his beer on the laptop last night.”
Customer: To us. “Can you save the laptop?”
Coworker: “It’s doused.”
Customer: “But can you save it!?”
Coworker: “No, beer or any liquid kills electronics.”
Customer: “But… my photos!”
We successfully backed up her hard drive with all her pictures but the machine itself died of alcohol poisoning.
And that kids, is why you don’t drink near your drives.