the wonders of photoshop
Incubus: Beatrix, I invited (tried to lure would be a more accurate representation) this guy to our office but he’s not sure if he can fit us in. He thinks our office is too far away from his route
Beatrix Kiddo: Mkay
I: So I need you to create a map to convince him otherwise
BK: Where will he be coming from?
I: San Jose
BK: To?
I: Palo Alto but he doesn’t want to deviate from this route
BK: So you’re canceling him, right? Because barring an earthquake that redefines the topography of the Bay Area, there’s no way I can make it look like San Francisco is anywhere in the vicinity of this routing
I: Well if you just squoosh it a bit here and then put our office there…
BK: Did you just ask me to Photoshop a map of the Bay Area?! (and here I thought this was reserved only for glossy magazine covers). I don’t think I have that level of skill
The ending of the story is that he did it himself with Paint, the map looked like John Bobbitt’s manly region after the patch up, and the visitor never made it to our office.
I don’t think Incubus’ level of dumb hasn’t been invented yet but I’m sure it is between a coaster and life support.
