Missy snorted. “You couldn’t even get 480p right. Your face looked like a bowl of oatmeal.”
Sheldon had convinced his mother, Mary, to drive him to East Texas Tech. His mission: confront Professor Boucher about the lecture’s poor resolution. Mary clutched her steering wheel. “Sheldon, you can’t just walk into a professor’s office and complain about video quality.”
Somehow, impossibly, the university agreed to a screening. Twenty-three people showed up. Professor Boucher sat in the back, arms crossed.
“Keep rolling!” Sheldon commanded.
Missy snorted. “You couldn’t even get 480p right. Your face looked like a bowl of oatmeal.”
Sheldon had convinced his mother, Mary, to drive him to East Texas Tech. His mission: confront Professor Boucher about the lecture’s poor resolution. Mary clutched her steering wheel. “Sheldon, you can’t just walk into a professor’s office and complain about video quality.”
Somehow, impossibly, the university agreed to a screening. Twenty-three people showed up. Professor Boucher sat in the back, arms crossed.
“Keep rolling!” Sheldon commanded.