Hey, it’s Tuesday already and my computer memory still hasn’t arrived. WTF?! Where is my memory?! Did the evil mailman steal it? Did that shifty guy with the khaki shorts and that #$@!ing stupid brown boxy truck lose it? Did the supplier get taken hostage in Iraq? Again?!

Perhaps it was an imminent alien invasion?
Maybe the fruit pickers revolted!
Rabid dolphins?
E-coli?
Dwarven Spelunkers?
Teamsters?
That lawn dude with the snowblower stapled to his back?

I want my $%#@!ing memory already! At least a gig, maybe more, PC3200 come on Santa, come on Easter Bunny come on Mr. Mailman - you promised!

I believe! I believe! I believe I’ll go crazy if this takes much longer…