had important deadlines that I needed to meet. I was writing some articles on my computer–all my research was stored on the hard drive and I thought I lost all of it. I couldn’t get it to work! I pleaded, cajoled and banged on the computer but nothing would start. It also happened to be April Fools’ Day. Then, I called Steve to take a look. Being the genius geek that he is, he fixed my computer by changing a couple of parts.
He was really bummed out that he couldn’t pull any geeky pranks at the office. Of course li’l ol’ me with a crashed computer was his perfect victim. I had to go to the bathroom to wash my hands after helping him fix the dusty computer. When I came back the computer was up and running–so I sat there and tried to open my files–but the mouse would not move! I was freaked out–I mean if Steve had fixed it, it should work. “What’s wrong with it now, Steve?” I asked in disbelief. “Everything should be working, I fixed ‘em all,” replied Steve confidently. And I believed him. “But I can’t move the mouse!” Steve came over and he moved it and saw that it didn’t move. “I’m sorry Bob, I think your computer has had enough of you.”
“Whatdaya mean, it’s had enough of me? I thought you fixed it!” I was getting really upset. “See Bob, sometimes no matter what you fix, the computer just gives up.” What a load of crap I tell ya! I was really, really upset at this point–I mean, my whole reputation as a writer was on the line here. I started throwing papers and almost threw the monitor from the desk. I bet you also have those days at the office when you just want to throw the computer out the window! But this was me on a Sunday–the day I’m supposed to be relaxing instead of trying to meet deadlines and fixing my stubborn computer, which apparently got “TIRED” of me!
Steve stopped me in time and said, “Wait a minute buddy, let’s check the mouse…” All this time, I was so stressed out that I didn’t check the mouse. There was a small Post-it note attached at the bottom–just a little tiny one right on top of the infrared light. “APRIL FOOLS’!” shouted Steve. I was so mad I plunged at him and almost strangled him like Homer does to Bart. It was a good thing that Megan was there. She came and pulled me off Steve.
I did not speak to him for the remainder of lunch. Steve apologized of course, again and again, laughing every time. Megan said that we were both really juvenile. I think I was mad mostly at myself for being stupid enough not to check the mouse. After some thinking, I realized that it was a harmless joke and he did fix my computer. So I forgave him. What are friends for right?

























