Heather, a high school friend of my wife’s, posts about some stupidity she’s run into at work.
I just finished typing a form for a customer. Part of it was a request for a new section that detailed certain conditions under which they would not operate. One such condition, you ask?
Inclimate weather.
That’s even better than the people who ask me if the numbers in their password should be entered upper-case (or, in some cases, “upper class.”)