A smell of burned hair and cotton wafted into the air as I spun toward my desk. There was a low whine from the desk and then smoke billowed out of my closed laptop. I gaped. My precious, perfectly brand new laptop I cherished like one would a small child. Son of a mother… Friend or not, it was so on
As I turned to my desk, a distinctive odor of burnt hair and cotton filled the air, catching my attention. Suddenly, I heard a faint whine coming from my laptop, which was closed at the time. To my horror, smoke began to escape from it, and I was left in shock.
This laptop, which I had treated with great care, was akin to a cherished child in my eyes. The sight of it malfunctioning filled me with frustration and anger, emphasizing the deep investment I placed in my new device. The situation quickly escalated, signaling that I was ready to take action, regardless of my relationship with the person responsible.