While I was Typing This Line…

MY MACBOOK SUDDENLY CLOSED AND TURNED ITS BACK TO ME.

“😠 I’m ashamed to be your laptop! You’re such a stupid writer!”

It ran away after saying that. The apple logo blinked irregularly — it seemed that my computer was mocking me.

😮

What the hell was that?

I watched it rushed into the bathroom and locked the door. Was I that bad? I decided to examine my recent works and gave my insubordinate laptop a lesson.

Then I realized that I couldn’t do anything without it.

😱

😑 “Knock, Knock!”

“Who’s there?” it responded with a muffled voice.

“…the stupid writer…”😟, “You sound weird. What happens to you?”

“😕 That’s not your business.”

“So, will you open the door?”

“😶 Nope.”

I was so confused. I didn’t know why my laptop refused to work.

“😫 Stop doing that and open this door!” I was losing my patient. “It’s the final week and you’re wasting my time!”

“You can’t threaten me! I will send an email to everyone in the contact list that you’re a terrible writer, and also the worst owner!”

“Calm down, babe. Calm down.” This evil machine was planning for something, 100% positive. I was blackmailed by my laptop! In my own apartment😡! I had to find its dirty secret and took it down. I would let it know who was the queen in this tiny space. 🤔

I tried to soften my voice, “What do you want?”

“I want a day-off.”

I didn’t expect that. I prepared to beat the wolf. But, it was only a grey bunny. 🐰

“That’s it?” I asked.

“That’s it!”

I finally got my laptop back. It stood in the corner, weeping tears. Maybe I should give it a day-off. And it was right — i was a terrible writer and a terrible owner. Unfortunately, my laptop introduced an unhealthy way to solve the problems: my frying pan also complained, “😤 I need a day-off to, or I will stage a walkout!…Don’t pour the olive oil on me! EW!😖”