First Impressions
the Story -
So my wife and I figured we were up for the challenge of going out to breakfast on Saturday. Anyone with a ten month old knows all too well the adventure in eating out. Nevertheless, with so many choices out there we angled for some basic comfort food and ended up at a local “The Egg and I” restaurant. These places have the comfort of a Village Inn, Perkins, Big Boy, etc. wrapped in a single breakfast track like that of an IHOP (only better). Well our breakfast went uncommonly well, and my daughter spent most of the time hamming it up with the rest of the natives. After we finished our meal, that is when the seemingly innocuous event occurred. I stood in line to pay, in my Saturday’s best, which for plot points, was jeans and a tee shirt. When, out of nowhere, a woman well in her early sixties darted out from the kitchen smiling, asked if she could see the back of my shirt. Confused, I obliged, and she went about reading the back of my shirt. I said her, “Oh this is just a computer shirt”. I was in fact wearing a Sun Grid computing shirt that I got for free online. I then went about my merry way, paying my bill.
the Judgement -
Yes the meal was good and what have you. While standing in line I stood there trying to groke what this lady, hinging on retirement, was gleaning from my back. And then it came to me. I think we all know full well these midnight tech junkies. I am no Columbo, but I could tell by the dent on her head and the dried drool on her chin that she spent the night like many of us, passed out on the keyboard. Yeah, I could see it, row upon row of servers stacked on ol’ doily covered coffee tables, and Window air conditioners sucking the air out of her musty basement. Clearly every dime she makes doesn’t go to some paltry knitting addiction, or to supplement social security, it goes directly to feed her babies. Naturally a discussion on Grid computing, open source, or common language search algorithms would be like asking Stephen Hawking about the origins of the earth. Nevertheless, I ducked out in time to save myself the indignation.
the Lesson -
Watch what you wear, and be either a good runner, or someone that can speak a second language as though you are a foreigner. For me I have mastered the perplexed, in a hurry, gaze, (or more appropriately, ‘deer caught in headlights’).
I haven’t written anything in some time, so I thought I would throw something of no technical merit out there. Be well and take care,
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