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The telephone, the typewriter and the confused.


My life seems to be littered with conversations such as the one told below. If you look on my blog you’ll see ‘Hypo or Hyper’ and ‘The Blackbird in the Garden’ and the triumph that was ‘The Telephone’. All are based on the other person’s misunderstanding of a content of my life, or their life. I sometimes, in fact often, continue conversations purely for the humour that results from them.  


# Ooooowh, what’s that noise?
It’s just my phone.
#Sounds like an old typewriter
Yep, it is. It’s for my texts.
#That must take a long time.
What?
#Typewriting texts.
It doesn’t type them, it’s only a notification.
#Mine is a ping, like a microwave.
Mine was too. I changed it so I would know I have a text.
#But you must have to wait a while for it to be typed.
No, it’s just a notification noise. I downloaded it.
#How does it send texts then if it uses a typewriter.
It doesn’t use a typewriter, it’s only the notification sound.
#Mine just pings and the message is there.
Mine makes that typewriter noise and the text is on screen
#You must know people who can type really fast!
Why?
#To send a text that you can read instantly.
But most people can do that. All phones do that.
#Not if they have to use an old-fashioned typewriter.
But they’re not using a typewriter.
#But your phone makes that noise like typing.
It’s only a notification noise, not an actual typewriter.
#Mine just pings like a microwave and the text appears, I don’t have to wait for anyone to finish typing like you do.
I don’t have to wait. The text is there instantly. Like yours.
#But your phone uses an old typewriter to write the text.
It doesn’t it’s only the notification noise. Like ‘You have a text’ just like your ping noise.
# (Thinks) But my ping is instant. Yours taps away till the text is written.
It doesn’t, it’s just the noise it makes to tell me I have an incoming text.
#Why don’t you use a ping noise, it’s faster.
I might try that then, to save the other person’s fingers.
#See, I’m not all that silly.



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