One day in Hell Harcourt no longer knew what any acronyms referred to. It was a thing Hell liked to do every so often because the Devil found it so funny.
No longer knowing the meaning of any acronym, and acronyms being letters rather than words and thus resistant to any deciphering for meaning, Harcourt was frustrated.
He wanted to listen to MP3’s but couldn’t because he had no idea what they were, or why or how someone would listen to them. It just seemed a peculiar teaming of letters and numbers.
He was moved to watch HD TV but was flummoxed by both acronyms – HD and TV. What could they mean? To calm himself, he went off and watched television which was remarkably crisp and clear.
Eventually he decided he would lodge a protest with the Devil himself but, whenever he asked anyone where the Devil was, they would say they didn’t know. They said the Devil was AWOL.
Harcourt spent much of the remainder of his day stopping in front of the many walls he encountered and asking, “Are you the Devil?”
Wherever the Devil was, he was laughing so hard he was crying. He was laughing his ass off!
He thought Harcourt’s troubles were a riot.
