HE WANTED
AN UPGRADE.
He went into the garage to fix a desk fan. Then he found a tiny chip in a drawer labeled βprobably important.β
By 2:13 a.m., the fan was still broken. His head, however, had excellent ventilation.
He installed the chip. His eyes lit up green. For one glorious second, he understood everything.
βWait. What did I
come in here for?β
Now he roams the neighborhood offering unsolicited improvements. The toaster has Bluetooth. The doorbell has opinions. The fan remains broken.
Some minds are ahead of their time.
His is under the workbench.
BACK TO THE BAD IDEAβ