Late the other night I was instant messaging with my friend Sue.
We were talking a little TV (the ER cliffhanger, how the family edition of the Amazing Race made Sue catatonic for weeks,) how serial killers can find you from the Internets (one, maybe both of us have imaginations that could go toe-to-toe with a Kenyan in a marathon,) and the use of adjectives in emails. I really needed to clean the kitchen but didn’t want to leave the computer. I have to say, it’s hard to type and scrub at the very same time, that’s how the baby got scratches on his face and why the tub is still filthy.
I had a thought: If ONLY there was a WAY where I could IM her but it would be TALKING so my hands would be free.
Dear Alexander Graham Bell and/or Elisha Gray,