.....listening to a mixture of music as I try to make my brain work enough to get some more of The Story down (560 words so far today, apparently).
Nearby a woman is sat at the computer beside mine. Beside her is a young man; given the interaction between them, he is a family member, son probably.
Anyway, Mother has been struggling to do what she wanted to on the computer and he has been helping her. This involves a lot of talking, obviously, which is fine (what do I care? I am listening to Diana Ross singing 'Chain Reaction' right now...); she is learning, interaction is necessary.
Slightly bothersome, however is that rather frequently Son has been leaning over and swatting at her hands. This, presumably, is to stop her from doing something 'wrong' (I have no idea what), and I don't know about her, but every time he does it, I want to punch him.
I mean sure, you want her to get whatever she is doing right and you don't want her to make possibly time wasting mistakes - there is a two hour limit, after all - but come on! Please; find a better way of getting your message across! Trying to hit your Mother's hands repeatedly is not only massively disrespectful (or at least I think it is), but it is also massively distracting to anybody (i.e. me) that has the misfortune of sitting next to you both.
.....Oh, for (insert naughty word of choice) sake! There he goes again!
Quit it, already!
.....Oh, thank the Lord, they appear to be packing up to leave!
.....Yep, they're going.
=breathes out in relief=
OK. Back to work.
I've only got 34 minutes left.
Lets' see if I can't add a few more words before the timer goes.
.....Because 560 words in an hour and a half is pretty pitiful, isn't it?
Even with Mr. Smacksalot.
Right?
Right...
Alice x
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