Ours is a long legacy...

Grabbed from Art's humor list:

 Prehistoric Tech Support

 The tech support problem dates back to long before the industrial
 revolution, when primitive tribesmen beat out a rhythm on drums to
 communicate:
                                                                 

 This fire help.  Me Groog

 Me Lorto.  Help.  Fire not work.

 You have flint and stone?

 Ugh

 You hit them together?

 Ugh

 What happen?

 Fire not work

 (sigh)  Make spark?
                                                                 

 No spark, no fire, me confused. Fire work yesterday.

 *sigh*  You change rock?

 I change nothing

 You sure?

 Me make one change. Stone hot so me soak in stream so stone not burn Lorto
 hand. Small change, shouldn't keep Lorto from make fire.

 *Grabs club and goes to Lorto's cave*

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