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I was having trouble with my computer. So I called Richard, the eleven year old next door whose bedroom looks like Mission Control, and asked him to come over. He proceeded to click a couple of buttons and solved the problem.
As he was walking away, I asked, “So, what was the problem?”
“It was an ID ten T error,” he replied.
I didn’t want to appear stupid, but nonetheless inquired, “An ID ten T error? What’s that? In case I need to fix it again.”
Richard grinned. “You never heard of an ID ten T error before?”
“No.” I replied.
“Write it down,” he said, “and I think you’ll figure it out.”
So I wrote down: ID10T
I used to like the little shit.