“Ugh! Can’t sneeze without a hundred emails coming in,” Shannon complained.
“Right?” Lorena commiserated.
Teddy, cubicle-sandwiched between them, munching on a sandwich, thought something.
“Funny how the not-real distresses us so.”
“What?” said Lorena.
“We thought digital communication would have us singing kumbaya. I think now it’s slow murder.”
“Yes!” Lorena agreed.
“Y’all think Ray Tomlinson saw this coming?” asked Teddy.
“Who?” said Lorena.
“The guy who created email.”
“Teddy, how many emails do you get a day?” Shannon asked.
“Enough to enjoy this sandwich,” Teddy answered.
Were it not for his loud chewing, Teddy would’ve heard Shannon mutter “prick.”
“Right?” Lorena commiserated.
Teddy, cubicle-sandwiched between them, munching on a sandwich, thought something.
“Funny how the not-real distresses us so.”
“What?” said Lorena.
“We thought digital communication would have us singing kumbaya. I think now it’s slow murder.”
“Yes!” Lorena agreed.
“Y’all think Ray Tomlinson saw this coming?” asked Teddy.
“Who?” said Lorena.
“The guy who created email.”
“Teddy, how many emails do you get a day?” Shannon asked.
“Enough to enjoy this sandwich,” Teddy answered.
Were it not for his loud chewing, Teddy would’ve heard Shannon mutter “prick.”
