Me: Really? Why don’t you use GIMP?
Him: That’s exactly what they said to me. I told them it was beyond me and they looked at me like I’d just done a poo in the room.
There is a long pause, in which I try not to look as though he’s just done a poo in the room.
Him: You agree with them, don’t you.
Me, diplomatically: GIMP isn’t that intuitive, I know, but it can--
Him: Oh, forget it.