of yourself.

My laptop stopped working on Saturday. So off to the shop I went to get it repaired.
I was told to come back on Monday, which I did.
As soon as I entered I saw the young man behind the counter trying to hide a big grin.
I was handed back my beloved machine, and the bill.

the bill was as followed:

€ 2.50 for a fuse
€ 10.00 for replacing same.

And a funny note at the bottom, saying:

You should know a blown fuse when it bites you in the butt.


I couldn't help it, I had to laugh so hard I nearly dropped on the floor.


(silly me didn't even know that the charger was protected by a fuse)

I am glad you go it fixed

Thats a good one with a happy ending.
The obivious sometimes is right under our nose!

I wouldn't have known that either.

Good that it was simple fix. Now I expect mail

Don't feel foolish, just join lot's of other people. I have been repairing/teaching computers since 1993 and have seen it all. I've been called to houses because the mouse didn't work. Found that the mouse and keyboard cord were plugged in backwards. Went to a business because the monitor didn't work. Turned on the separate surge protector that it was plugged into. My favorite was an 83 year old man who called me first thing on a Saturday morning in a panic. "Bill, you need to come over here NOW". Seems the night before he had been looking a some dirty pictures on the internet, clicked the wrong mouse button and made a wonderfully naked blonde woman the background on his desktop. He had his grandchildren coming over and they liked to play on his computer, so he paid the full hourly rate for me use 3 mouse clicks to remove the blonde and restore the mountain scene he usually had on his desktop.

Guess that is why they make those manuals I never read.

I would have done the same.

Thing is, if I had used my head, I could have saved the money.

I have spare fuses here at home.

me either :)

It happens to all of us at one time or another

Pocket Tazer Stun Gun, a great gift for the wife.

A guy who purchased his lovely wife a pocket Tazer for their anniversary

submitted this:

Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my

interest. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was looking for a

little something extra for my wife Julie.. What I came across was a

100,000-volt, pocket/purse- sized tazer. The effects of the tazer were

supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your

assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety.....??

WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I

loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I

was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button and

pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue arc of

electricity darting back and forth between the prongs. AWESOME!!!

Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what that burn spot is on the

face of her microwave. Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking

to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-A batteries,

right? There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently

(trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that

I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target. I

must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and

thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give

this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some

assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong?

So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses

perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, and

tazer in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock

and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause

muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would

purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water.

Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries. All the

while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5" long, less than

3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really and (loaded with two itsy,

bitsy triple-A batteries) thinking to myself, 'no possible way!' What

happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best.. .

I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side

as to say, 'don't do it dipstick,' reasoning that a one second burst from

such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad. I decided to give

myself a one second burst just for heck of it. I touched the prongs to my

naked thigh, pushed the button, and . .

HOLY MOTHER OF GOD . . WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION . .

I'm pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me up in

the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and

over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position,

with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles

nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest

position, and tingling in my legs? The cat was making meowing sounds I had

never heard before, clinging to a picture frame hanging above the fireplace,

obviously in an attempt to avoid getting slammed by my body flopping all

over the living room.

Note: If you ever feel compelled to 'mug' yourself with a tazer, one note of

caution: there is no such thing as a one second burst when you zap yourself!

You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a

violent thrashing about on the floor.. A three second burst would be

considered conservative?

A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at that

point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed

the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of

the fireplace. The recliner was upside down and about 8 feet or so from

where it originally was. My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still

twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my

bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I had no control over the drooling. Apparently I

pooped on myself, but was too numb to know for sure and my sense of smell

was gone. I saw a faint smoke cloud above my head which I believe came from

my hair. I'm still looking for my nuts and I'm offering a significant reward

for their safe return!

P.S. My wife, can't stop laughing about my experience, loved the gift, and

now regularly threatens me with it! If you think education is difficult, try

being stupid!!!

Some people just have to try things out.

as a child, I wondered how hot an iron was.
Didn't use a finger tip, put whole hand, flat against the iron.
Never did that again.

Men, sometimes amazing we live to procreate.

Who else has read "The Darwin Award" books??

Ultimate stupidity that removes people from the gene pool.

sounds interesting, I will have to check that out!!

Series of 3 "coffee table books.

Great for chuckling at utter studity.