Ebenezer Scrooge, a mean and miserly old man with no family and even fewer friends, is sitting in his office counting his bitcoins, when suddenly the network goes down. Again.
“Cratchit! The internet has crashed again. Go fix it!” He hollers.
Bob Cratchit, smiles benevolently and shakes his head. The silly old sod has no idea about technology; Scrooge thinks ‘hardware’ is only sold in an ironmongers and that ‘application’ is something to do with haemorrhoid cream.
“The internet hasn’t crashed, sir,” Bob explains. “It’s the old network that you refuse to update. Look, all your businesses are offline.”
“New network, bah humbug! There’ll be no Christmas break for you Cratchit until you get this lot back up and running. I’m losing money hand over fist!”
“Hmmm tight-fist.” Cratchit mutters.