So no school girl???

Here is one conversation that I had last week over msn. It’s a thing that you have to see live, but I will try to convey the thing as good as possible. It revolves around that my laptop had arrived by personal messenger from Eksjö, and had made it all the way back to my neighbour…

MrP:

Computer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Me:

*jumping up and down like a little school girl*…. in a very manly way…..

MrP:

It’s right here, waiting to be picked up.

The computer that is, not the school girl

Me:

Ok…. so… I’m not allowed to take the school gril?!?!?!