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Saturday, 07/02/2005 - 09:20 AM PDT
The topic: Does anything ever strike you as
incredibly funny and you can't explain it to others because you can't stop laughing?
I took typing in school, back in the dark ages, before word processing and electric typewriters. I never finished the course because I was out of school for two or three months. (My back was broken in a car accident when I was sixteen; my parents and I were going camping and I got carsick unless I was sleeping and I was stretched out on the backseat - a drunk driver ran a stop sign and broadsided us. My parents got out of the car, but couldn't find me anywhere. I was wedged on the floor between the front seat and the back seat. Somehow my parents managed to pull me out and minutes after they did, the car caught fire. Anyway, I had seven thoracic vertebrae that were compressed fractured (I lost an inch in height) and a broken sternum. The drunk driver, who was uninsured and left behind a wife and three small children, was killed.) But I could still type. Every job I've had since involved typing. I've done it for so long, I don't even think about it.
But Brian never took typing in school. He's a guy. He took shop.
Fast forward to now. He's got a computer. He bought his tractor via the internet. He did all of his correspondance himself. I showed him how to use his email, I set up his accounts, showed him how to download pictures, resize them and send them as attachments. I downloaded a spellchecker for his computer, so it would be easier for him. He was doing quite well for someone who'd never taken typing. With two fingers. We used to laugh when I'd say with some alarm "where's the fire extinguisher?" and he'd ask "what for?" "Well, you're typing so fast, your keyboard is smokin'!"
So, he's getting more used to the keyboard, still using the two fingers, but he's faster now, because he's becoming more familiar with where the keys are. I doubt he'll ever be as quick as I am, but I've done it for so long, it's second nature.
Yesterday, he noticed he'd gotten a private message on the forum he frequents. It was sent on the twenty fifth of June. Almost a week ago. It was his first one and he wasn't clear on what the blinking envelope icon meant. So, he reads the message and figures out how to respond. He starts typing.
Every once in a while, he'll ask me how to spell a word. Or did he spell it correctly. And I'll look at what he's typed so far. And it happened yesterday and I just started laughing, I couldn't stop. He's going "what? what? what's so funny?" And I was finally able to get the laughter under control long enough to sputter out "but I type really slow".
This made absolutely no sense to him. I pointed to the message he had typed so far. The last line was "I'm sorry it took so long to get back to you". He still looked puzzled. I still couldn't stop laughing. Then he put it together. "I'm sorry it took so long to get back to you, but I type really slow".
I could see it dawn on him. Then he started laughing, too. We both laughed so hard tears were running down our faces.
It feels good to laugh like that.
Replies: 1 Comment
Thanks for the late night giggle! Tell Brian his typing method has a technical name "Hunt and Peck".
Posted by Lisa @ 07/04/2005 09:57 PM PDT
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