|How was I going to get my Galiga beer when the power conduit kept blowing on this stupid thing?
All the customers in the bar were grumbling. Who knows why? They always stop at this second-rate joint. And every time, there's something that needs fixing. Last week it was the automatic toilet flushers. It wouldn't have been such an issue if Dax hadn't opted to skip installing the manual switch to save on cash. The bathrooms still stink!
This week, the electric beer tap is on the fritz, so now we have a choice to make. We can all hang out, beerless and bored, waiting for a repair droid, or we can go down the hyperspace lanes to the next crappy spot and try again.
Morry, one of the regulars, kept telling Dax he could fix it. But Dax wasn't budging. If there's one thing Dax hates, it's incurring extra expenses. So no amateur jobs on his crappy malfunctioning stuff. It might break even more and cost extra to repair.
Finally, Dax threw his hands up and went to his office. The repair droid was two hours late and customers were leaving. Morry took the opportunity and walked up to the power conduit. Before anyone could stop him, he gave it a kick. Hard.
The conduit shivered, sputtered and sprang to life. Beer started streaming out of a tap I had forgotten to close. Oops.
"Ya see?" Morry said. "All it needed was a little encouragement."
All the customers cheered and business continued as normal. Even the late repair droid bought a drink. Good thing the droid arrived when it did. Otherwise, I'm not sure Morry would have survived Dax's fury. Nobody abuses his equipment but him.
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