As it's Friday here's a completely short story I've just made up:
It's been a long week, trudging up and the information superhighway, I work in IT you see, even though it's called IS now. We were lining up to collect our weekly food voucher ration when the fella in front of me turned round and said "has tha' heard abaht strike at' airport?", I said "are you sure your from Ghent?", "did tha call me a liar?" next thing there's mouse mats flying everywhere, women are crying, security, it turned into a mass brawl in the Distributed Component Development section. I had no Idea people could be so sensitive about their accents.
Eventually, after it all calmed down I was sat with the medic to sort out my shiner, he said "hmmm... you have a nasty inflammation there", I said "well, that's technology for you".
well, what do you want for nothing? a rubber biscuit?