Luther Smith Subject: Yo cn u plz nvite me 2 party 2? thx
There once was a young boy name Luther, he had a friend named Stacey. Stacey was a party girl, and she would invite him to parties if he asked. However one day he began to be too lazy with his emailing. Instead of messaging the girl ahead of time, he messaged her right when the party starts! Not only that, but he text talked her! Stacy is no stranger to text talk, but even this party girl thinks that writing a correct email is impressive and powerful.
"Doesn't he know how to make an email.. I can't read this! I'm appalled to be even reading this.. Since I have no idea what he is saying, I might as well not invite him."
Oh Gosh not one of these stories again...
"I can't believe it..." Luther sighed with disappointment. "What's wrong?" His elder brother asked. "I... I don't know how to write an email!" He sobbed. "So...?" His brother stared at him, trying to see his point of why he had to fuss about it. "Because I didn't do it correctly, Stacey won't invite me to her party!" He sniffled. His brother though for a second, before patting Luther's back. "It's quiet fine Luth. I remember this happening to me once...
"I don't want to liste-" Luther started, but was inturrupted by his brother. "SILENCE!" Once his brother was satisfied, he started the flashback. "When I was very small, the world was different back then.. way different from now. There wasn't much electronics, some buildings were made of stone, everyone was outside." As the brother explained the scenario, Luther imagined that he described a castle in the medieval era. At least to him.
"Anyways, this was when the email was first introduced. No one knew how to use it. They couldn't learn from teachers because well, it just was invented! No matter how many times we sent these emails, it always turned out wrong." His brother sighed. Luther raised an eyebrow at him. "What was wrong with them?" He asked curiously, finding interest in his story. "Well.. there was no opening greeting, incorrect spelling, and worst off.. Old english." He shuddered. Luther smacked his arm. "It's better than text talk. At least you can understand old english.. can't you?" His brother only shook his head.
"I had to search up every single word I would use. I never knew how to spell those old english words. It was a nuisance!" His older brother fanned himself with his hand dramatically. "Oh.. I guess you did have it worse. So what you are saying is that I should think before I type out words?" Luther blinked. The brother nodded and gave him a pat on the back. "Try not to text talk.. I know the struggle."