This is pretty scary...

EPA won't limit rocket fuel in U.S. drinking water

 How many times has this happened to you?

A crochedy old jewish man calls you up at the library.  He's a notorious pain in the ass.  He has an IBM computer from the late 80s that he still uses.  Today, he's in search of a password from a long lost game manual (from 1989) so he can play King's Quest IV on his ancient computer.  He takes about a half an hour on the phone with you, repeating what he needs over and over again.  He tells you all about his love for playing other games, like chess, on his computer.  He reads you every word and number and letter on each individual floppy.  He has four of them.  He gives you the name, address, and phone number of the software company in California.  He asks you to repeat back to him what you've written, about ten times.  Finally, you get to put down the phone.  You feel like you're going to rip your hair out.

When you come in to work the following morning, you find the manual he is looking for through a bit of Googling.  Reluctantly, and with your coworkes watching in pity, you dial his number.  The library has been open for five minutes.  He says, "Oh, Erin!  I thought you deserted me.  And dessert is so bad for you.  I gained fifty pounds waiting for you to call me back."  After he goes on and on for another twenty minutes or so, you finally get a word in to ask him to try the password you found.  You hold your breath as he boots up his machine.  He types in the password and it's a success!  

Then he decides the game looks stupid. 

"Bless you, sweetheart," he says, "But this is cartoons!  It looks like it was made for three year olds!  I like Bridge, have you ever played Bridge.  And chess..."

*FACEPALM*

You think you're out, but no, he wants more.  He wants you to print out the manual.  Make sure it's in large print with the staple in the extreme left corner!  So he won't have to bend the pages!  

And he wants more.  It never ends.

As you're typing a blog about this, he's called again.