CTRL-ALT-DELETE

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Don't you wish we could use that button from time-to-time in our real lives?

Got drunk and made an ass of yourself?

CTRL-ALT-DELETE

How about that bad relationship?

CTRL-ALT-DELETE

Grave mistake at work?

CTRL-ALT-DELETE

Nasty word to someone you love?

CTRL-ALT-DELETE

Cheat while you were winning 7 Tour De France Competitions?

CTRL-ALT-DELETE

Then lied about cheating?

CTRL-ALT-DELETE

Drowned dogs that didn't fight well for you?

CTRL-ALT-DELETE

Murdered your ex-wife and her companion the waiter?

CTRL-ALT-DELETE

It would be nice, but life just doesn't work like that.

Unfortunately self-knowledge usually appears at the precise moment after you've seriously f-ed something up.

It's too bad we can't immediately place our fingers on the exact right buttons to eliminate the mistake.

Of course, I've always heard that hitting the CTRL-ALT-DELETE buttons too many times does something to the internal workings of the computer.

I would imagine.

Perhaps it's best to just face up to the mistakes and live with the consequences.

Comments

John said…
You would be mashing those buttons like a mental patient!
27 August, 2012
Cliff Fazzolari said…
Nice and to get an old favorite line in there. Good writing
27 August, 2012
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