One cold Saturday night...

Engineers A & B went to engineer C's house to put together a new computer. One of them did most of the work while the other two watched. When it was time to switch on the power, nothing came up on the screen. So called 'trouble shooting' did not fix the problem. Engineer C got jipped (for now anyway). The three engineers then left for a 21st birthday party of another engineer (let's call her engineer D), arriving just under one and a half hours late. There they mingled with other engineers and endured engineering jokes from engineer D's family when the heater kept losing gas. It was a very chilly night and dinner was not served till very late. Engineer A prolonged everyone's hunger when he dropped ricecrackers on the ground after failing to notice it was already opened at the other end...

The night was OK but not spectacular. It was DEFINITELY too cold. 'Westieville' is not the sort of place to be on a Saturday night. No wait, make that any night during winter.

OK, this blog is going nowhere. My mind is in a unsuitable state to make sense out of anything. I guess I'll go to sleep now...