Occasionally something breaks around here, and I fuss with it, slap it, bang it against a wall… and it starts to work correctly. When my wife asks me how I was able to fix it, I reply, “Gee, Honey; it was pretty technical — I’m not sure I could explain it to you.” [Yes, she’s figured out that’s code for “I have no freaking clue.”]
Occasionally something breaks around here, and I fuss with it, slap it, bang it against a wall… and it starts to work correctly. When my wife asks me how I was able to fix it, I reply, “Gee, Honey; it was pretty technical — I’m not sure I could explain it to you.” [Yes, she’s figured out that’s code for “I have no freaking clue.”]