Some People

The other day, I was at the laundry. People come in selling all types of
things. Guy comes in with a Alienware laptop, selling for $150, told him
hold on to it. He says he needs the money. I told him he can get almost
$500 for it, but he says no one will pay that much. Anyway, I talked him
into holding on to it. Its work about 3K, straight up.

He said he needs a job, but don't know where to look. Knows nothing
about computers or going online. So, I give him classes. The fool is
only worried about gangster rap, videos and shit like that. He has no
internet connection at home, but picks up a wireless signal. I show him
what to do.

He has an ipod touch, so he downloads itunes, it was working, but now it
isn't. He's bugging out, saying I did something to it. Mind you, I was
nowhere near his laptop when he downloaded and installed itunes, but he
blames me. Last night was the straw that broke the camels back, I went
off. His mother, which he still lives @ home says that I'm right. He
needs to find a job with his lazy ass, and listen to what people, grown
people tell him.

He calls me today saying that he really needs my help. I'm willing to
help, but only help I'm supplying is as in a job search. He says he
needs his music more than a job. It all falls on deaf ears. So either
you accept my help in looking for a job, or nothing. Or...you can sell
me the laptop for 100 dollars.

Sorry, but he pushed my last nerves.
--michaelchappell