Humans programmed us into this mess. Can they code a way out?
Is that a calculator in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?
Lend me your pocket calculator, would you?
Why? Oh, the Jehovah’s Witnesses are at the door again. It’s always them when I answer the door, never when Mme D does. I want to calculate the chances of this happening.
I have wondered whether they camp out overnight somewhere nearby, diligently observing when Mme D leaves the house for work. As soon as she’s set off, I reckon the all-clear is sounded throughout the Magic-Man-In-Clouds network, as that’s when they always rock up to my doorstep and talk at me about the Bible.
It’s my own fault for being unprepared and answering the doorbell to anybody who presses it. Mme D, on the other hand, is the kind of person who conducts a background Interpol check before opening the door to the postman.
Just this week, she was advised at her workplace that a politician would be visiting and that she would be required to greet him at the entrance and usher him into the premises. So just before his arrival she looked up the fellow in question on Wikipedia. This is what she read:
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