Pleased as Punch Can Be…

I am so pleased that my friend, Tamara, from High School has asked me out for lunch.  She was in the pharmacy the other day and told my father that I was a complete computer genius.  It really intrigued my father. 

“She’s really cute,” dad told me later in the day. “And she is single.”

“You know she’s had issues with mental illness,” I told my father.

“Hell, we’re all crazy in our own way,” he replied.

Charlie says that phrase quite often and dad is prone to repeat him.

Tamara also wants me to look at her laptop for which she says is “inadequately slow”.

I doubt I will be able to do anything with her laptop as they are inherently slow from the moment you buy them.