Sometimes its just a slow processor on the CPU.
ex. -- I worked the 3 -12 shift in a factory for about 1 1/2 years and every Friday night driving on the highway home it would be like a fucking Mad Max reunion.
One night I was peacefully motoing along and glanced to the right and found I was looking at the underside of a car in the breakdown lane. No smoke, no lights, no screaming, wheels didn't appear to be turning. I drove another mile or so and said to myself, "that was fucked up." Another mile and I said "holy shit I should call someone." But it was before cell phones and it was three miles to the next exit so I thought someone sharper than me would probably pickup on it and make the call.
Damn, we're in a tight spot!
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