Recently my daughter decided that she could and would magically become organized – something she’s never been good at — if she had a giant whiteboard to write everything on. So, soon, an enormous whiteboard was delivered to our place and the very next day, armed with a drill and a stud finder, she mounted the humongous thing on the wall. Tried to mount it on the wall. Started to mount it on the wall.
But — Returning home from a shopping trip, expecting to find it on the wall and covered with important information, I found it, instead, leaning against the wall. Not on it. Against it. Hmmmmm —
Upon closer inspection, I noticed several screw-holes and screws on the wall. The stud-finder had gone rogue. It told him there were studs where there weren’t and also said there were none where there should be.
In short, it lied. Intentionally? Deliberately? Has the apocalypse begun?
Have our faithful helpers in life finally turned against us? Should we run for the hills? Or Mars? Or somewhere farther away where we will be safe from uber intelligent, malevolent machines that believe we mistreated them in some previous life?
I don’t know about you but I’m stocking up on food and weapons and getting in line for the first space ship away from here! Because rouge stud-finders are just the beginning. Trust me on this.