
When they brought it back, she said, "Thanks for the camera, but I couldn't use the flash. It must be broken."
Me: "What was wrong with it? Did it get dropped?"
Her: "No. It just never worked. We took it out of the bag and attached the flash, but it didn't flash."
M: "Did you try putting new batteries in it?"
M: "Well they weren't dead when I gave it to you; I tested it myself. Did you use the manual to help you attach the flash to the camera?"
H: "Yes."
M: "You know on the page of that manual where it shows you how to attach the flash? See where it says battery compartment and shows you how to put the batteries in?"
H: "Yeah."
M: "That should have been a tip off."
Yeah, I'm kind of a bitch. But come on. I'm supposed to know the batteries are about to go dead? I'm just sayin'.
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March 11, 2008 at 5:26 PM
Years ago, my dad use to run all over BYU troubleshooting equipment in the Lee Library, the law library and anywhere else there was a microfilm or fiche reader. He finally got smart and stopped running all over campus at the drop of a hat and started asking one question when people would call in a panic because their reader wasn't working: "Is it plugged in?"
Nine times out of ten, he'd get silence on the other end and then a very sheepish, "Oh. I didn't think to look."
Duh.