Dear Keyboard Basher,
Why do you always sit near me? You don’t know me, yet you always sit beside me at random cafes, or behind me in planes. You even found me in the library the other day. I know you’re the same person, even though you change the way you look, your height, your size, your skin colour and even at times your sex. Surely you must know that bashing your poor keyboard is not going to get that assignment/business report/letter to loved one written any faster! Yet you continue to abuse your keyboard. Time and time again.
I dream that one day your keyboard will return the bashing you have repetitively inflicted on it and simple fail mid word, but my dream never happens. It makes me wonder what else do you flex your strength on? Are you the very same person that broke innocent phone booths or maybe you are that person who didn’t care if anyone else may have needed a pen in the bank when you ripped the pen from its lifeline chain?
So dear keyboard basher, I ask you nicely – please stop bashing your keyboard… because one of these days I am going to turn around and bash you and see if you like IT!
The person who sits beside you in the cafe not making a sound on her keyboard!
P.S rant over lol – see I told you I was BACK