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At work I ordered a card reader, as some of our computers are too old to accept all forms of disked communication. Everyone calls the card reader a different name and it is kept at my desk so that it never goes “missing.”
Coworker nick-named Wolf 2.0, because like his predecessor Wolf 1, he is always on the prowl for information with regards to people that he is not privy too, came over and asked me for the “computer hookupy thing.”
“Ahh the Chinese card reader?”
He looked at me like I had five heads, “Uh just because it says made in China doesn’t mean the language on the box is Chinese.”
WTF? Is it Japanese? I am not a history major or anything but I am pretty damn sure that no Japanese person is going to buy a Chinese product, in Japan. Nor vise versa.
Had he told me it was Mandarin and not Cantonese I would have been like, wow you are pretty knowledgeable, but to say that a product isn’t written in the language of a country it specifies coming from is pretty stupid.
-ducksoup- 