A
Asimov
Just found this clean electronics related joke in a humour area:
S&M Story
My girlfriend always seemed to enjoy seeing how much she could get away
with doing some form of bondage stuff in public. She does this partly
because she finds it fun, mostly because she knows it drives me out of
my tree. Usually, I'm able to fast-talk my way out of potentially
embarrassing situations with Mundanes, but yesterday she very nearly got
me fired.
Yesterday afternoon we had lunch together. Afterward, she accompanied me
back to work. I thought this slightly unusual, since she had never
before expressed in interest in my work (electronic engineering), but it
didn't occur to me that she had something planned.
We arrived at my workbench, where I currently trying to figure why the
$&#%@^$ board on which I am working is not performing the way it is
designed.
"Is this where you work?" she asked.
"At the moment," I replied.
I reached over to turn on the scope, thereby completely failing to
notice the huge black studded collar she had produced from her purse.
Before I could blink (it's amazing the speed at which she can do this),
she had locked the collar snugly around my neck, and locked the end of
the 6 foot jack chain to the center of the bench ( where there just
happened to be a mounting hole, dammit). I turned to her in utter
disbelief, mouth agape.
"I'll be back for you at five," she said.
"HAVE YOU GONE COMPLETELY WACKO!??!?!", I yelled in a hushed voice. "How
the hell am I going to explain this!?!?!"
"You'll think of something", she said, dropping the keys into her
cleavage, "you always do".
"But suppose I have to go to the bathroom", I countered.
"Don't give me that", she hissed, "I've seen you go a whole day without
visiting the bathroom"
"But....," I tried to say.
"SHHH! The subject is closed. I'll be back at five. Bye"
She turned around and left, against my hushed protests.
I sat in panic and tried to think out my situation. I tried to think of
who might visit. Most of my co-workers were friends who knew that my
girlfriend and I were a bit odd, so this shouldn't surprise them. But I
had *no* idea what I was going to do if one of my bosses came in.
I checked my watch to see how long I would have to endure this ignominy.
13:30 (I'm a military time weenie). "Three and a half hours," I thought.
I heaved a heavy sigh, and got to work, such as I could. As it happened,
three of my co-workers visited for what-not. All of them immediately
noticed the collar (it would be hard not to) and asked if it was my
girlfriend's idea.
I said, 'yes.'
They asked what I would do if my supervisor saw it.
I told them I hadn't the faintest idea.
One of the aforementioned colleagues took the bench next to me, and
after a few remarks (and a question as to where he could get such a
collar), settled down to work in silence.
After some time, I checked my watch. 16:40. "Gee, I just might make it
through this after all," I thought. I was even beginning to get a handle
on the problem with the $#%&&$# board on which I was working.
Murphy must have been standing right behind me, reading my thoughts, for
not two minutes later one of my bosses entered the room. And not just
any boss. Noooooooo. This was Mr. Narrowminded himself. This was the guy
who took Lifespring *and* became a born-again fundamentalist.
How he came to have the power of hire-and-fire over us is one of the
Great Mysteries of The Universe. We avoided this guy at all costs. His
eyes fell upon me immediately. A few picoseconds later, he saw the
collar around my neck in all it's splendor.
"My life is over," I thought. I still hadn't thought of a plausible
explanation for this.
Mr Solderbrain (the name we called him behind his back; a corruption of
his real name) started to walk slowly and deliberately over to me, his
eyes fixed on the collar.
Fifteen agonizing seconds later, he was standing next to me. I thought
the guy sitting next to me was going to have seizures stifling all his
giggles. I continued to work, acting as though there were nothing the
least bit unusual about my predicament.
Finally, he spoke.
"What. the. HELL! is. THAT!?!?!" he said.
I don't know how I thought of what I said. In fact, I'm pretty sure I
didn't know what I was going to say until I was saying it. I'm even more
amazed that Solderbrain actually bought it and didn't fire me on the
spot.
I turned to face him calmly, with total nonchalance, exuding complete
confidence in what I was about to say, even though I didn't know what it
was yet. I didn't even miss a beat.
"Grounding strap," I said, and returned to work.
The guy next to me fell off his chair and nearly died laughing.
-end-
.... Bald spot? It's a solar panel for a sex machine.
S&M Story
My girlfriend always seemed to enjoy seeing how much she could get away
with doing some form of bondage stuff in public. She does this partly
because she finds it fun, mostly because she knows it drives me out of
my tree. Usually, I'm able to fast-talk my way out of potentially
embarrassing situations with Mundanes, but yesterday she very nearly got
me fired.
Yesterday afternoon we had lunch together. Afterward, she accompanied me
back to work. I thought this slightly unusual, since she had never
before expressed in interest in my work (electronic engineering), but it
didn't occur to me that she had something planned.
We arrived at my workbench, where I currently trying to figure why the
$&#%@^$ board on which I am working is not performing the way it is
designed.
"Is this where you work?" she asked.
"At the moment," I replied.
I reached over to turn on the scope, thereby completely failing to
notice the huge black studded collar she had produced from her purse.
Before I could blink (it's amazing the speed at which she can do this),
she had locked the collar snugly around my neck, and locked the end of
the 6 foot jack chain to the center of the bench ( where there just
happened to be a mounting hole, dammit). I turned to her in utter
disbelief, mouth agape.
"I'll be back for you at five," she said.
"HAVE YOU GONE COMPLETELY WACKO!??!?!", I yelled in a hushed voice. "How
the hell am I going to explain this!?!?!"
"You'll think of something", she said, dropping the keys into her
cleavage, "you always do".
"But suppose I have to go to the bathroom", I countered.
"Don't give me that", she hissed, "I've seen you go a whole day without
visiting the bathroom"
"But....," I tried to say.
"SHHH! The subject is closed. I'll be back at five. Bye"
She turned around and left, against my hushed protests.
I sat in panic and tried to think out my situation. I tried to think of
who might visit. Most of my co-workers were friends who knew that my
girlfriend and I were a bit odd, so this shouldn't surprise them. But I
had *no* idea what I was going to do if one of my bosses came in.
I checked my watch to see how long I would have to endure this ignominy.
13:30 (I'm a military time weenie). "Three and a half hours," I thought.
I heaved a heavy sigh, and got to work, such as I could. As it happened,
three of my co-workers visited for what-not. All of them immediately
noticed the collar (it would be hard not to) and asked if it was my
girlfriend's idea.
I said, 'yes.'
They asked what I would do if my supervisor saw it.
I told them I hadn't the faintest idea.
One of the aforementioned colleagues took the bench next to me, and
after a few remarks (and a question as to where he could get such a
collar), settled down to work in silence.
After some time, I checked my watch. 16:40. "Gee, I just might make it
through this after all," I thought. I was even beginning to get a handle
on the problem with the $#%&&$# board on which I was working.
Murphy must have been standing right behind me, reading my thoughts, for
not two minutes later one of my bosses entered the room. And not just
any boss. Noooooooo. This was Mr. Narrowminded himself. This was the guy
who took Lifespring *and* became a born-again fundamentalist.
How he came to have the power of hire-and-fire over us is one of the
Great Mysteries of The Universe. We avoided this guy at all costs. His
eyes fell upon me immediately. A few picoseconds later, he saw the
collar around my neck in all it's splendor.
"My life is over," I thought. I still hadn't thought of a plausible
explanation for this.
Mr Solderbrain (the name we called him behind his back; a corruption of
his real name) started to walk slowly and deliberately over to me, his
eyes fixed on the collar.
Fifteen agonizing seconds later, he was standing next to me. I thought
the guy sitting next to me was going to have seizures stifling all his
giggles. I continued to work, acting as though there were nothing the
least bit unusual about my predicament.
Finally, he spoke.
"What. the. HELL! is. THAT!?!?!" he said.
I don't know how I thought of what I said. In fact, I'm pretty sure I
didn't know what I was going to say until I was saying it. I'm even more
amazed that Solderbrain actually bought it and didn't fire me on the
spot.
I turned to face him calmly, with total nonchalance, exuding complete
confidence in what I was about to say, even though I didn't know what it
was yet. I didn't even miss a beat.
"Grounding strap," I said, and returned to work.
The guy next to me fell off his chair and nearly died laughing.
-end-
.... Bald spot? It's a solar panel for a sex machine.
