fbhjr

My consulting engineer from India has two weeks left on his contract. (This is the same guy who was surprised I’d eat chocolate at work.)
So, he’s very interested in getting information about the machine we’ve been designing so he can put it on his resume for his next position.

As we were going over the prototype today he talked about a way to do one motor.
“I did it that way once back in the 90’s,” I said. “It worked OK, but had some alignment problems.”
He paused and looked at me strangely.
“The 1990’s?”
“Yeah, somewhere around 1997,” I said.
“Just how old are y…” he started to ask, then changed tack. “How much experience as an engineer do you have?”
“I was in the class of 1985 of my engineering school,” I told him. “So, 32 years.”

His eyes got very wide.
“I have not been alive this many years,” he said.
“Wait for it,” I said.
“If you have been an engineer 32 years, how old are you?”
“I’ll be 54 in 7 weeks.”
His eyes got wider.
“Oh, I see,” he said. “I will go back to my desk and work on my project now.”

So, now I feel like a character out of Highlander.
I guess it would explain the swords…