The ancient guy sitting next to me has an old old gateway running XP.
For the last 10 train stops he has pointedly typed the same two commands into a cmd window: dir/w and type stuff.txt.
After typing these in order he strokes his chin in contemplation and glances around furtively.
Dir/w
As if he is hoping I strike up a computer conversation with him.
Type stuff.txt
I hope that is not me in a few years.
*chin rub*
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