That story about the TRS-80 is a good one! Back in the early 80s a car dealer I worked for had to switch to computers much to is displeasure. His attitude was why do I need a computer when the composition book in the desk drawer has all the info that I need to know about the inventory. Tandy sent a couple of guys out and they spent a full week setting this up and teaching the owner’s wife how to operate it. At the end of every day she would basically wipe it out and the Tandy guys would have to be called back out. 
(I’ve actually still got a complete TRS-80 tucked away in my attic with DeskMate on it; kind of the WIndows forerunner, as crude as it is.)
That lady in the original post should be hammered by the cops because that’s about as dumb as it gets.
A couple of years ago while on the way home a farmer pulled out in front of me and per the usual, traveled at 25 MPH on a 55 MPH highway. After clearing a rise I pulled out to pass him and just as I got about even with the bed of the pickup I see the driver’s door swing wide open and this guy was almost horizontal while leaning out to spit out a huge wad of chewing tobacco.
I was very close to taking his door, and possibly his head, off due to that idiotic move. I suppose it does prove that chewing tobacco can be a dangerous habit…