Wednesday, March 14, 2007

The threat of maintainence

" The pool table is messed up." When I get there to fix the fucker, it seems to be working just finely. After I leave , ? it's messed up. Sometimes it's a bad diagnosis on my part. Sometimes it's drunk customer confusion. Other times go unexplained. Can the machines sense my approach? 'Oh, shit, he's got a screwdriver!'

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