Worst debug ever
That morning. Maybe ten years ago. I am carring my backpack with my technician's tools. You know, screwdrivers and CD's. It would be a no so short trip to the customer's city, reachable by train, so I stepped into a bar to take a coffee to gain some strength... and courage. A nap in the train (yeah, it wasn't so hard, I like drama), then I was ready to the fight. It's a family business. After saying hi to everyone I left my backpack in a corner under the coat rack, then started the journey: PC by PC, user by user, listening symptoms "It is slower than yesterday", dramas "I lost my yesterday spreadsheet!", checking erratic outlets, and my favorite type "how to". Feeling useful, I spend the rest of the morning doing things like these. Then here she comes. The daughter. Very pretty and nice girl. The month before I disabled all the fancy stuff of her new notebook with Windows Vista... and she looked... well... content... if I hav...