A week or so ago, one of my co-workers was tap-tap-tapping away at his laptop when I commented that he really, really needed to put the damn thing down for a bit and try talking to people on the phone. Or even sending an email.
And maybe even use an abacus once in a while.
"A what?"
Like from the movie "Sleepless in Seattle", when Tom Hanks says "I don't even want to know what they're not teaching you in school", I don't want to know why he didn't know what an abacus is.
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Earlier this week, after the abacus incident, I showed him one of my prized possessions, a '60's vintage slide rule. Dave knew what it was. Blank stare otherwise.
I didn't press the issue. I just rolled my eyes skyward. To the moon and stars.
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