Where Angels Fear
2 min readApr 1, 2021

Gratitude Redux

And who am I to argue with Benjamin Franklin !?

Going on for three years ago now, a friend very kindly gifted me the solution to a particularly tedious problem.

And my response was probably about what you’d expect from me …

Today they sent me a link to a solution to a problem I don’t have.

I have another, different, problem.

Or rather I don’t … but I’d like a better solution to the problem I don’t actually have than the one I currently have.

So, I’m looking for one.

And they are helping me search.

So … given that they know the nature of the problem I don’t actually have … and what improvement I am looking for over and above the current solution … quite why they sent me the link to a solution to an altogether different problem I don’t have is beyond me.

Furthermore, even if I had the particular problem to which it might be a solution, it would still be inadequate for the very reason that the current solution to the problem I actually don’t have is unsatisfactory.

So, I replied to their unsolicited link as follows:

“LOOK, you failure … what use is THIS to ME!!?

I need USB 3.0

NOT 2.0 … NOT one-point-f**king-one … 3.0!

SORT. IT. OUT!!!”

I think it patently obvious why they are still my friend, don’t you? 😉

Where Angels Fear
Where Angels Fear

Written by Where Angels Fear

There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live and too rare to die.

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