Computers really are of the new generation.

I mean, I grew up with them all over the place, my father being very technelogically inclined, but not everyone did. Not everyone is so fascinated with technology as my dad is.

I was watching the gym teacher today on the computer, while I was waiting in the library for someone to get off a computer.

Mr. Mace. Short, round (he may be a gym teacher, but he doesn't often practice what he preaches), greying, massive bald spot in the middle of his round little head. Big moustache. Wrapped up in sweatshirts and sweatpants that are as greying as he is.

He was sitting at his computer, leaning forward, carefully reading and considering each pop up that appeared on his screen. Carefully clicking the appropriate answer. Slowly moving about his business.

Took a full three minutes to log off.

But children these days, teenagers these days, are all for the fast, the quick, the hasty, skimming things and deciding in split seconds, knowing exactly what they want and where they're going and how to get there. Knowing the keyboard by heart so they can type in their sleep, if such a job every arises.

And here is this little old man, hunt and pecking his keys, reading, considering, struggling.

It was odd to watch. I thought he, with his big mouth and bigger ego, would know something about the computers that are taking over the world.

It was weird.

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Rosie.

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