A little while ago, I had to write “Rock, Paper, Scissors” to someone.
Instead, I wrote “Tock, Paper, Scissors.”
It wasn’t corrected. Someone just assumed the joke went over their head, but the joke was on me, as the person I was writing was WAY smarter than me.
My credibility as a writer got blipped because the R and the T on my keyboard are too close together. This is design malpractice, BELIEVE ME. Stock in m’ verbosity just took a hit. This is some TPP-esque DEFCON 2 kind of emergency.
I need to talk to someone about this mess. There’s gotta be someone. But, who? I mean, it’s a TOTAL DISASTER. Someone’s gotta be there for the little guy Tax Payer, right?
Of course! Trump can help make my keyboard great again! If I just stay at his new hotel, I can get him to Tweet it right with the best words!
Thank you Donald Rump. I mean Trump. Damn keyboard.