Catsidhe

Last night, about 19:15-ish

»Ringring ringring«

Heavy Indian accent: "Hello, my name is Florence, from the Maintenance Department of IT. Your computer is putting up a warning on the Internet from a Virus."
Mim: "Oh, really? What sort of warning?"
"Florence": "A warning about a Virus. We--"
Mim: "Yes, but what is the actual warning? My husband's a System Administrator, you see, so he can--"
"Florence": "-- and we can... I'm sorry, a what?"
Mim: "My husband is right here. He's a System Administrator: that's his job. I'm sure you can explain to him what the warning is."

Mim hands the phone to me.

Me: "Hello?"
Silence.
Me: "Hello? Are you there? I can't hear you. Hello?"
»click«

Queue Mim literally doing a happydance from pure glee.




Postscript: Today Mim got another phone call.

Heavy Indian Accent: "Hello this is Peter from Windows¹ IT and we have alerts from your computer."
Mim: "You guys tried this last night."
»click«




[1] there is a Windows computer in the house, as it happens. It's not connected to any networking. Nor has it been turned on in about ten months.