One of my colleagues was having a hard time setting up a printer on one of his machines. To be fair, our much-abused, hand-me-down LaserJet 5n is a pain in the ass to set up unless you know the trick; for some reason you have to define tray 3 as the default paper source; otherwise, the stupid thing will either refuse to print anything, or print a few pages of garbage.

The volume and ferocity of his oaths increased as the stubborn printer repeatedly refused to do his bidding. Finally, as his umpteenth attempt to print a test page ended in failure, he let out an exasperated cry for help.

The room was silent for a moment, each of us warily weighing our options, like hungry sharks regarding a bloodied member of the shiver. Finally, the technician who sits next to the printer spun around in his chair, gave the other fellow a steely once-over, then said, "You’re in IT now. You fix it."

Pwned.