qwertyportne
July 31st, 2014, 06:11 PM
"Mother, Dad, come quick. I found a magic typewriter. It talks to me!"
"Shhhhhsh," scolded her mother, "You will disturb the other shoppers."
"But it puts strange words on the paper."
"Well of course it types strange letters, dear. This is a foreign country."
"But it types all by itself!"
"Emily, your father and I are trying to..."
"Dad, it talks to me. Let's buy it and take it home."
"We'll see, Emily. Now run along until your mother and I decide about this clock."
Emily walked slowly back to the typewriter, "They don't believe me." They never believe me.
Her parents were looking for things to take home. Emily wished she could find something to take her through the awkward, mixed feelings of being a tweenager.
That's what her friend Zoey called everyone at their middle school in Topeka. One day on the way home from school, Emily had confessed to Zoey that she didn't want to grow up. "Why grow up, Zoey, and be like our mothers, arguing with our husbands, calling them nincompoops, wishing... "
Zoey had interrupted her, saying, "Emily, that's how we're supposed to feel. We're tweenagers!"
When Emily got back to the typewriter, she leaned forward and typed THEY NEVER BELIEVE ME and watched the keys print KJDT LD>DO NDPGD>D MD. As she looked at her feelings in this strange new language, the keys began striking the paper on their own:
RPDA:D NDPGD>D MD DMGPT
G AM DPG:A LSK A KTRD<OGKDO
JDPR MD NODAV KJD IFO:D SY X<DOKT
Emily ran to find her father and found him looking at smoking pipes carved from wood. "Dad, you have to see this typewriter. It talks to me!"
Absorbed in the pipes, he absentmindedly answered, "Uh, sure Emily. Just a minute."
Emily watched her father look at the pipes until she could no longer wait. "Dad. Please!"
Grabbing his hand, Emily led her father to the back of the shop. "See, there it is!" Emily typed SAY HELLO TO MY FATHER as the typewriter printed :AT JDPPS KS MY YAHJDO.
"Well that's nice, dear, but this is a foreign country, so it types different letters."
"But Dad, shouldn't it print the same letters I type?"
"I'm sure there is a simple explanation, Emily."
"But it answers me. Watch.” As Emily leaned forward, all the keys jammed in the neck of the typewriter. Emily reached out to untangle the keys just as her mother came around the corner.
"What are you two doing back here?"
"Emily was showing me this old typewriter. Dusty and in need of repair but quite beautiful in its own way, wouldn't you say dear?"
"Mother, help me fix the keys, they're all..."
"Emily, stop! If you break that typewriter, I will be obligated to buy it!"
"Oh yes, let's buy it and take it home!"
"We do not have time for such silliness. We have a dinner engagement with the Petersens tonight in Buda and I will not embarrass myself by being late."
Emily yanked the paper out of the typewriter just as her mother grabbed her arm.
"I'll find out what you said. I promise." whispered Emily, looking back at the typewriter as her mother led her away.
"Shhhhhsh," scolded her mother, "You will disturb the other shoppers."
"But it puts strange words on the paper."
"Well of course it types strange letters, dear. This is a foreign country."
"But it types all by itself!"
"Emily, your father and I are trying to..."
"Dad, it talks to me. Let's buy it and take it home."
"We'll see, Emily. Now run along until your mother and I decide about this clock."
Emily walked slowly back to the typewriter, "They don't believe me." They never believe me.
Her parents were looking for things to take home. Emily wished she could find something to take her through the awkward, mixed feelings of being a tweenager.
That's what her friend Zoey called everyone at their middle school in Topeka. One day on the way home from school, Emily had confessed to Zoey that she didn't want to grow up. "Why grow up, Zoey, and be like our mothers, arguing with our husbands, calling them nincompoops, wishing... "
Zoey had interrupted her, saying, "Emily, that's how we're supposed to feel. We're tweenagers!"
When Emily got back to the typewriter, she leaned forward and typed THEY NEVER BELIEVE ME and watched the keys print KJDT LD>DO NDPGD>D MD. As she looked at her feelings in this strange new language, the keys began striking the paper on their own:
RPDA:D NDPGD>D MD DMGPT
G AM DPG:A LSK A KTRD<OGKDO
JDPR MD NODAV KJD IFO:D SY X<DOKT
Emily ran to find her father and found him looking at smoking pipes carved from wood. "Dad, you have to see this typewriter. It talks to me!"
Absorbed in the pipes, he absentmindedly answered, "Uh, sure Emily. Just a minute."
Emily watched her father look at the pipes until she could no longer wait. "Dad. Please!"
Grabbing his hand, Emily led her father to the back of the shop. "See, there it is!" Emily typed SAY HELLO TO MY FATHER as the typewriter printed :AT JDPPS KS MY YAHJDO.
"Well that's nice, dear, but this is a foreign country, so it types different letters."
"But Dad, shouldn't it print the same letters I type?"
"I'm sure there is a simple explanation, Emily."
"But it answers me. Watch.” As Emily leaned forward, all the keys jammed in the neck of the typewriter. Emily reached out to untangle the keys just as her mother came around the corner.
"What are you two doing back here?"
"Emily was showing me this old typewriter. Dusty and in need of repair but quite beautiful in its own way, wouldn't you say dear?"
"Mother, help me fix the keys, they're all..."
"Emily, stop! If you break that typewriter, I will be obligated to buy it!"
"Oh yes, let's buy it and take it home!"
"We do not have time for such silliness. We have a dinner engagement with the Petersens tonight in Buda and I will not embarrass myself by being late."
Emily yanked the paper out of the typewriter just as her mother grabbed her arm.
"I'll find out what you said. I promise." whispered Emily, looking back at the typewriter as her mother led her away.