“Hi Geek!” Maryanne’s voice came through the speakerphone, using the nickname that she had affectionately called me for years. “I’m having trouble e-mailing a video file.”
“That’s because of the blonde filter on your computer,” I teased, using a running joke between me and my older sister.
“Blondes have more fun and geeks don’t have a social life,” she said, which was her standard reply to any blonde joke. I don’t mind the nickname. After all, I was a serious computer gamer and, yeah, I guess, I was a geek.
“The only reason blondes have more fun is because they are more easily amused,” I answered. “I’d rather be a geek.” Actually, I’d rather be a jock, but that’s never going to happen.
“Yeah, but geeks don’t get laid,” she teased with unintended accuracy, and I changed the subject.
“What do you need to e-mail?” I asked.
“How come it says the file is too large?” she responded, ignoring my question.
“Because your ISP has restrictions on how big an e-mail file can be,” I answered, wondering how a former cheerleader-turned-high school English teacher gets by without knowing basic stuff like this. Every eighteen-year-old high school student like me knows how to e-mail video files. “Do you want me to come over and condense the file for you?” I offered.