I already warned my boss that if I contract ebola, I will not be in to work that day.
Seriously, I work at a college. Where people come from all over, including Africa, and then huddle in cinderblock incubation tanks *cough* dorm rooms *cough* partying and swapping body fluids and getting run down. Then they show up in my doorway Monday AM.
"My laptop won't start up."
I poke and prod the laptop. Sure enough, it doesn't boot. And they keyboard seems.......crunchy.
"did anything get spilled into the laptop?" (note: No=maybe, maybe=yes, yes=katie bar the door)
"um....yeah...my roomie projectile vomited into it."
The best one?
"um...my laptop is broken."
"OK, what's wrong?"
"um..it's kind of embarrassing, but I fell asleep with it in bed..."
PR0N ALERT! and a cracked LCD, of course...
" and when I woke up, I had wet the bed."
AHHH! But OK, he did tell me before I touched the laptop, kudos for honesty!
Garage sales are the least of my concerns.
DD