I said, “Eh, I know you, and you cannot sing”
“I’m going to take some classes,” announced my housemate Toula. “Public speaking and keyboarding.”
“Oh, typing?” I asked.
“What?” she exclaimed. “I wanted to learn how to play the piano!”
“Keyboarding is another word for typing,” I said.
“Oh! Thank God I talked to you!” she said.
“Heh heh,” I said. “Yeah, good thing.”
“That sucks! I know how to type. I learned it in business school!” She flipped through the course catalog. “Oh, wait! It is piano! See?” She showed me the catalog. The course description read as follows:
In a fun setting, learn to play the piano. Various teaching techniques will be used. Classical as well as contemporary music will be included. Keyboard rentals may be arranged. (material costs: $10)
“Huh,” I said, scanning the page. “You can also learn the fiddle and steel drum there.”
“No thanks,” said Toula.
It turns out that she already took some piano lessons years ago, after her accident, thinking it would be a good way to rehab from her brain injury. I’m forced to agree that this was actually a really good idea. So, in conclusion, Toula didn’t make a stupid mistake. I did, and my punishment will be to listen to her bang out her tuneless homework assignments on a rented Casio for eight to twelve weeks.
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