*wipes sweat off forehead*
A knock on my door. "Tiff?", says my dad. "Are you downloading stuff?"
My mile-a-minute mind - "Oh my God, all the computers are networked together. He can access my hard drive. He sees what I'm uploading and downloading!"
Me - *clears throat* "Ohhh...I'm uploading something for...work. Why?"
[beat] Me - *cowering*
[beat]
Him - "It's taking up all the bandwidth and now I can't open anything."
Thank God. How would I explain away breakfast, lunch and dinner???
/end Potentially awkward and frightening moment of the day.
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