You've probably never heard of the Magical Internet Sniper. I know him quite well. Whenever he gets bored of somehow managing to headshot me from all the way across Well while I am standing behind a building, he scampers off into the ether of the web to take aim at random emails and faxes.
Unfortunately, I still haven't figured out where to acquire a Magical Internet Spy to deal with Magical Internet Sniper, which means that sometimes he takes things out.
Which means I get to have this conversation three times a day.
Customer: "Did you get that thing (photo, email, fax) I sent?"
Me: *checks* "Doesn't look like it."
Customer: "BUT I SENT IT!"
Seriously, please don't be so offended. I'm not calling you a liar. I'm not implying you are a fool who can't dial a series of buttons correctly. I am merely stating fact: I do not have the thing.
Magical Internet Sniper has ensured that both our computers, the fax machine, yea, the very internet itself, is not a perfect tranquility. He hides in the datastreams, picking out bits at random to stick to the wall via well-timed arrow, and ensures that net utopia will never be. I know not why this creature exists, and yet he does. He is simply a force of nature that also throws pee for no reasonable explanation.
When we suffer his attack, do not fret. He does in fact have a weakness of spending long periods of time choosing exactly the right nest from which to launch his attacks. When I tell you that I do not have the thing, all that is required of you is that you try to send it again. By the time Magical Internet Sniper has re-situated himself, your data should have managed to escape harm and be safely on the control point that is my end of the internet.
It is the rule of the game. Respawn until you get it right.
Unfortunately, I still haven't figured out where to acquire a Magical Internet Spy to deal with Magical Internet Sniper, which means that sometimes he takes things out.
Which means I get to have this conversation three times a day.
Customer: "Did you get that thing (photo, email, fax) I sent?"
Me: *checks* "Doesn't look like it."
Customer: "BUT I SENT IT!"
Seriously, please don't be so offended. I'm not calling you a liar. I'm not implying you are a fool who can't dial a series of buttons correctly. I am merely stating fact: I do not have the thing.
Magical Internet Sniper has ensured that both our computers, the fax machine, yea, the very internet itself, is not a perfect tranquility. He hides in the datastreams, picking out bits at random to stick to the wall via well-timed arrow, and ensures that net utopia will never be. I know not why this creature exists, and yet he does. He is simply a force of nature that also throws pee for no reasonable explanation.
When we suffer his attack, do not fret. He does in fact have a weakness of spending long periods of time choosing exactly the right nest from which to launch his attacks. When I tell you that I do not have the thing, all that is required of you is that you try to send it again. By the time Magical Internet Sniper has re-situated himself, your data should have managed to escape harm and be safely on the control point that is my end of the internet.
It is the rule of the game. Respawn until you get it right.
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