I was on my way to work one morning, sitting in the cramped and stinky Eglinton West route 32C bus. I had managed to get a seat, which allowed me to rest my arm by dropping my gym bag behind my legs.
Two women, probably in their early 20s were sitting in front of me, on the bus. The first girl began talking about computers:
"My brother" she started "installed Microsoft Office and it had this thing called Word for Windows 7.0, but it came with Office!"
She seemed extraordinarily happy about this discovery. "It's the latest version, seven point zero" she confided to Stephanie, her friend, who didn't know what to say. She just smiled, with a lost look in her face.
"I write my essays" the girl went on, "and if I spell something wrong it puts a little squigley line under the word that needs to be corrected. So what I do is that then I check every page to see if there are some mistakes and I look up the words in the dictionary. I love it! I'm so bad at spelling!"
"How did you find that out?" asked an incredolous Stephanie
"Well" replied the first girl "I couldn't understand why the program would put those squigley lines under some words, but then I noticed that they were the same words my teacher underlined in my essays, because I had spelled them incorrectly! So now, everytime I write an essay, I write it in Word!"
"Wow!" replied Stephanie "you're a wired woman now eh?"
I got off, with their giggles still bouncing in my head.
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