Conversation of the Day
A colleague came to see me about a manufacturer's brochure on a piece of equipment. It listed a table with the equivalent concentrations correlating to the resistivity of a solution. She was confused because she thought she wasn't understanding the instructions or the theory behind the equipment. She told me that she even went so far as to Google it to try to figure it out.
I take one look at the table. I look up in confusion. I look down again.
She sees my expression and breathes a sigh of relief, because she thought she was missing something. "Oh, good. It's not me, then?"
"No," I told her. "The middle entry here is correct, but the top two and bottom two? I think they got switched. This is actually really fucked up. You know what I'm going to do?"
"No, what?"
"I'm going to go scan this page, email the supplier, and ask him if he'd do me a favour and contact the manufacturer to ask for the Stargate address of the planet where these numbers are possible, because I'd like to visit the place where all the laws of physics as we know them are reversed."
I take one look at the table. I look up in confusion. I look down again.
She sees my expression and breathes a sigh of relief, because she thought she was missing something. "Oh, good. It's not me, then?"
"No," I told her. "The middle entry here is correct, but the top two and bottom two? I think they got switched. This is actually really fucked up. You know what I'm going to do?"
"No, what?"
"I'm going to go scan this page, email the supplier, and ask him if he'd do me a favour and contact the manufacturer to ask for the Stargate address of the planet where these numbers are possible, because I'd like to visit the place where all the laws of physics as we know them are reversed."