ZNAEM, ESTESTVENO!
Знам, че всичката Мара е втасала но хайде да ви затрудня с един зубарски въпрос от моя страна... помните ли автора или поне заглавието на текста от Рийдинга? Тая книга е много забавна според мене. ХаХа. Някаква баба да си качва интернет, как ли продължава историята? Razz
Responsibility and Corruption on Elm Avenue
by Corbitt Nesta
Maybelle said she wouldn't be coming with me to the library. I asked why, and she said she could get all the short stories she wanted off the Internet. Saved walking all the way to the library and putting up with my chatter on the way there and on the way back. Maybelle is very direct like that, always has been.
"But, Maybelle, we've been walking to the library every Monday for the last fifty years!"
She said, "Why don't you get Internet? We can send each other emails."
So I had to get Internet. I called the local high school. They said they'd send me a good student to tell me all about computers and such.
Diabolical thing, this Internet. Makes you lose old friends, forces you to learn newfangled ideas, even if you're too old. But Maybelle said you have to be modern; otherwise, you're dead. Your synapses start clogging up, getting lost, disappearing. You end up like Nancy next door. Perky little Nancy, prom queen sixty-two years ago. Now she's wandering around Elm Avenue in her nightgown, spitting at the postman.
The kid came the next day. Tall skinny black kid, by the name of Arsenius, said his consultation would cost me.
I said, "All right. As long as I get Internet."
"You need a computer, then you need to get hooked up," he said.
"Let's buy a computer and get hooked up then."
"How much you want to spend ?"
"Whatever it takes."
"How many rams you want?"
I wasn't going to show him my ignorance, so I said. "Whatever it takes."
"Let's go to the mall. You got a car?"
"In the garage."
When I opened the garage door, he gasped. Daddy's car is still there, a '57 chevy. I never drive it. Walk everywhere.
I said, "Let's walk. It's only a mile or so."
He said, "Let's drive. Don't want you fainting on me in this heat."
"Young man, I don't faint, never have. We're walking."
I'm used to going everywhere on foot. And about once every six months, Maybelle and I walk to the mall. It's not far. She stocks up on perfumed candles, and I buy crackerjacks for the great-grandchildren's visits. Then we go to the Applebee's and have lunch. Nancy used to come with us, but not anymore.
"I get paid by the hour," he said. "Walking will cost you a lot more. Also, you feel like carrying a computer a mile or so? 'Cause I'm not."
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