It was recently my pleasure to assist a fella with his computer. He asked why the wife's printer failed when they'd instructed the desk top to spit a few pages from the internet.
"Simple," I said, "Load your floppy disc."
"Your nine inch floppy. Isn't there a slot on the computer for your floppy?"
Him, "Oh yeah." He plays golf, wears his sweaters wrapped over his shoulders with the arms crossed over his chest...that kind of fella.
I'm using the Bloomberg method of attaining heavenly glory....