Thursday, November 22, 2018

Clicking Away

I have this dear friend, Carol. I believe I may have written about her a time or two before. I’m very close to her, almost like a sister. 

Anyway, she lives a fair distance away, but we keep in pretty close contact. In the olden days it was via telephone and up to a few years ago it was via email. And then a couple of years ago, she finally joined the new age and got unlimited text messaging and so now we keep in contact via text. I love technology.

Anyway, she doesn’t travel like I do, but sometimes we do get to travel together, and let me tell you, it’s always a fun experience. Interesting, too, to say the least. For example, a few years ago, when she was working in the tech center at a bank, she was to attend a conference in Salt Lake City, Utah to learn about a new program they would be using at the bank. Her employer, of course, would be footing the bill for her travel expenses, and I thought it would be a great opportunity for me to go along with her. 

I mean, really. I would room with her, thereby I wouldn’t have any hotel expense. Obviously, I’d be on my own for airfare and meals and miscellaneous spending, but it would be an opportune time to visit Salt Lake City, to spend evenings with Carol and on top of it all, I had a classmate from high school, also named Carol, living in Salt Lake City, and we could get together and do lunch. A perfect excuse to take a little trip.

Carol booked the hotel. That was interesting. I mean, the bank was paying for the lodging. I figured she’d choose something nice, right? No. She scoured the internet for the cheapest lodging she could find in the vicinity of the conference. Seriously? “Carol,” I said. “You don’t want the less than $50 a night hotel. Really, you don’t. Those hotels are not nice. They aren’t. They are dirty and the beds are uncomfortable and the pool is filthy and you don’t want to stay there. Besides, the bank is not expecting you to get a room for under $50 a night. I don’t think you should gouge them. Being frugal is good and nice and ethical, but it is not unreasonable to get a room that is more like $100 a night.”

She wouldn’t buy it. Besides, she said, the pictures on the website looked really nice.

“That’s because they have one nice room and a pretty lobby. They take pictures of those and post them on the internet. It deceives people into believing it is a nice hotel. Trust me. You do NOT WANT THIS HOTEL.”

She booked it anyway. 

Her flight arrived in Salt Lake City ahead of mine. When I landed and shut the airplane mode off on my phone, I saw that I had a text message from her, “The lobby is really nice, but when you go back to the rooms, well, let’s just say that if you drop something on the floor, you will want to immediately dispose of it.”


That night as we were sleeping I was awakened by what sounded like a semi applying it’s Jake breaks at it was rushing through our room. Startled, I sat up and looked around. It was just Carol, snoring away. I tried to go back to sleep, but couldn’t. She was determined to cut the entire forest down by dawn, from the sounds of it. So, quietly, I got my laptop out, arranged myself comfortably in my bed with pillows propped up behind me and turned on my side lamp, on the far side of the bed away from Carol, so as not to disturb her. And I started to work. 

You know how the keys on the keyboard make those little clicking sounds when you are typing? Well, I am a family rapid typist, and my nimble fingers were clicking away. After a bit, Carol woke and sleepily, but with a note of anger, asked me, “Please stop with that clicking. It has awaken me and is bothering me.”

I looked over at her with a stare of disbelief, which, I might add, was totally lost on her, as she immediately rolled over to go back to sleep.



I shut my laptop, turned off the light, and laid down. Might as well try to sleep again. 

There shall be revenge one day, however. There shall be.

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