> Dear Oracle, who is more than Politically Correct,
> who is the very paradigm of Philosophically Correct,
> Last year I decided to get myself a Personal Car.
> So, I went down to the PC dealers and bought the most beautiful
> machine I ever saw; 486 cubic inches under the hood,
> whitewall disks, can go from zero to 100 Mhz in a nanosecond.
> I signed all the papers, paid the money, and drove it out of the
> showroom. Wouldn't you know it, the darn thing hit a tree!
> Back at the dealer's, they explained to me that I needed something
> to aim it with, and they sold me a Borland SteeringWheel(tm).
> I managed to get my Personal Car back home okay, though I did run
> over a few old ladies. I steered it right into the garage and ran
> smack dab up against the back wall!
> So I took it back to the dealer next day and got Microsoft Brakes(tm)
> put in. Now everything was fine, until it rained and I got all wet.
> Now they told me I needed Windows(tm-NOT!).
> Well, to make a long story short, I had to go back to the dealer
> more times than I can count, and it wound up costing me eight times
> what I thought I was going to pay, but I finally feel like I have a
> complete Personal Car. I've got a dent in the door, from when I got
> mad at it and gave it a SideKick(tm), I play my music tapes on a
> QuarterDeck(tm), and I feel like a HalfWit(tm-NOT!).
> I've gone to all this trouble and spent all this money, and at last
> I have all the pieces, but they all come from different companies
> and don't quite fit together right. For example, when I step on my
> Brakes(tm), my TootToot!(tm) goes off -- fortunately, I drive mostly
> in Manhattan, so nobody notices.
> O Oracle, please tell me, have I been taken for a ride?