Gustavo works in IT. A colleague of Gustavo's has just given him a lecture against technology and in favour of the old traditional methods of communication.
Work Colleague (55): ....oh and by the way, after you fiddled with my PC all my Contacts disappeared.
Gustavo (39): Why do you want your Contacts in Outlook? One's real contacts are carried here, in one's heart. The rest is superficial...
Work Colleague: You've got me. Give me a litre of parafin and a match and I'll set fire to the PC. Sorted.
(Gustavo's comment: his Contacts hadn't disappeared anyway)
Loosely translated from Blogudeces de la Vida Cotidiana, with thanks to Gustavo.