Somebody just walked into my closet and said "If its ok with you you can just take my computer home."
I looked up and went "uh---why?"
"Well Sean looked at it and he can't make it work and he said maybe you could."
"What isn't it doing" I asked getting myself into more trouble since this of course means that not only am I going to take the computer I am going to fix it.
"it doesn't see any of the ports or something I got a 680 error"
"oh"
"And it won't dial and my neighbor gave us a new modem that we plugged in the other side and that still didn't work, it says no carrier or dial tone sometimes but I know that is wrong cause I took it into my kitchen and put it on the counter and took the phone off the wall and pluged it in there."

This continues in this vein until I discover that we are talking about an older toshiba laptop (the first clue it was a laptop was that she plugged a modem in the other side) ARRGHH
I didn't even get asked if I would fix it, just told that I COULD did you notice, like I am honored to be working on this project, oh please let me!

She goes off returns with my time sheet, and the laptop. UGH. This feeling right now is why I NEVER ask doctors about things unless I am seeing them professionally.