This is the story of a different kind. No melting CPU's, no
screaming disc drives, just the kind of psychological torture that
scars a man for life.
I had a 9:00 meeting with my HP sales rep. I needed to buy an
entire new series 70--the works. He said it would take about an hour.
Three hours later, we'd barely gotten the datacomm hardware down on
paper, so he invited me downstairs for lunch.
This was my first experience in an HP cafeteria. Above the service
counter was a menu which began . . . .
MMUs (Main Menu Units)
00010A Burger. Includes sesame-seed bun.
Must order condiments 00110A separately
001 Deletes seeds.
002 Expands burger to two patties.
00020A Double cheeseburger, preconfigured. Includes cheese, bun and
001 Add-on bacon.
002 Delete second patty.
003 Replaces second patty with extra cheese.
00021A Burger Upgrade to Double Cheeseburger
001 From Single Burger.
002 From Double Burger.
003 Return credit for bun.
00220A Burger Bundle. Includes 00010A, 00210A and 00310A
001 Substitute root beer 00311A for cola 00310A.
My eyes glazed over. I asked for a burger and a root beer. The
waitress looked at me like I was an alien.
"How would you like to order that, sir?" "Quickly, if possible.
Can't I just order a sandwich and a drink?" "No sir. All our
service is menu driven. Now what would you like?" I scanned the
menu. "How big is the 00010 burger?" "The patty is rated at eight
bites." "Well, how about the rest of it?" "I don't have the specs on
that, sir, but I think it's a bit more." "Eight bites is too small.
Give me the Double Burger Upgrade."
My sales rep interrupted. "No, you want the Single Burger option
002 'expands burger to two patties.' The double burger upgrade
would give you two burgers.
"But you could get return credit on the extra bun," the waitress
chimed in, trying to be helpful, "although it isn't documented."
I looked around to see if anybody was staring at me. There was a
couple in line behind us. I recognized one of them, a guy who
nearly mowed me down in the parking lot with his cherry-red '62
Vette. He was talking to some woman who was waving her arms around
and looking very excited.
"What if . . . we marketed the bacon cheeseburger with the vegetable
option and without the burger and cheese? It would be a BLT!"
The woman charged off in the direction of the telephone, running
steeplechases over tables and chairs. My waitress tried to get my
attention again. "Have you decided, sir?"
"Yeah, give me the double burger--excuse me, I mean the 00020A with
the option 001. I want everything on it." She put me down for the
Condiment Expansion Kit, which included mayonnaise, mustard and
pickles with a option to substitute relish.
"Ketchup." I hated to ask. "I want ketchup on that, too." "That's
not a condiment, sir, it's a Tomato Product." My sales rep butted in
again. "Thats not a supported configuration." "What now?" I kept my
voice steady. "Too juicy. The bun can't handle it." "Look. Forget
the ketchup, just put some lettuce and tomatoes on it."
The waitress backed away from the counter. "I'm sorry, sir, but
thats not supported either, the bun can take it but the burger won't
fit in the box. The sales rep defended himself. "Just not at first
release." "It is being beta-tested, sir."
I checked the overhead screen. Fries, number 000210A, option 110.
French, followed by option 120, English. "What the hell are English
Fries?" I turned to the sales rep. "Chips they call them. We sell
a lot of them."
I gave up. "OK, OK just give me a plain vanilla Burger Bundle." The
confused the waitress profoundly. "Sir, Vanilla as an option is
configured only for series 00450 Milkshakes." My sales rep chuckles.
"No ma'am, he just wants a standard 00220A off the shelf." I
wondered how long it had been on the shelf. I didn't ask.
"Very good, sir." The waitress breathed a sigh of relief. "Your
meal is now on order. Now how would you like it supported?"
"Support?" She directed me to the green shaded area at the bottom of
the menu, and I began a litany with my Sales Rep that I'll never
"You get a waiter."
"You tell him how hungry you are and he tells you what to eat."
"Response Center Support?"
"He brings it to your table."
"You get refills."
I stuffed some money at the waitress and told her to take it. She
gave me my check on three sheets of green-bar paper. I studied it
on my way to the table, and decided it would pass as an emergency
Table? My Sales Rep had been bright enough to order us a table. He
hadn't been bright enough to check on a delivery date. The table
waiter slouching in his corner surveyed the crowded room, looked at
me and said, "Two weeks. But I can get you a stand alone chair by
the window right away."
I handed him the tray. A woman rushed up to me with two small cups
of chili and sauerkraut for a hot dog somebody else had ordered.
The room began to grow dim, my eyesight faded . . . .
I woke up clutching the water glass at my bedside table. It was
five AM, four hours till my meeting with HP. I had had a vision, I
did what it told me to do. I dialed my office, and I called in
Seth Croston Barber <firstname.lastname@example.org>
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