Small Talk and XBOX

I was working away on the daily paper shuffle yesterday when the relative quiet of my office was punctuated by M's heavy mouth breathing. Apparently, he's having trouble with an XBOX game. Apparently, I care.

So he goes through this long explanation about how his nephews would love to play the game but it's too difficult, blah blah blah, some other random crap. 10 minutes go by and he finally gets to the point.

"Jon, could you get me cheat codes for it?"

I carelessly scribbled gamefaqs.com on a post it note and handed it to him. Conversation over.

This morning, he's mad at me. My q's, it turns out, look like g's. My bad.