Perfect Timing

This morning, while I was pulling at my hair trying to debug one of my programs, an email popped up in my inbox. It contained a simple poem…

If I was a painter……
You would be my painting,
If I was an author…..
You would be my story,
If I was a poet…..
You would be my poem,
I’m a Programmer…
And you are my bug.

Talk about perfect timing.