On my last excursion, I found myself in the copy/supply room pondering how to make a rubber band gun out of the mammoth rubber bands we have in there.
One of my cow-orkers walked into the copy room, stopped in front of the copier and asked, "Oh, what's wrong with it?"
I looked. The control screen was black. So I touched the power button, and it lit back up.
"Oh! Thank you!" says the cow-orker.
It's truly saddening to know that most of the world would be dead in a day if it wasn't for technology, yet they have no clue how to truly operate the technology that's keeping them alive.
The Masses are Asses