Flappers can be recognised by the characteristic flapping motion of their hands when something unexpected happens to their computer. Like it beeps. They bleat pitifully for help. Typical alarm cries are ‘What’s it done now??!!’ (it of course only does what you tell it to, mongo) and ‘help! Something funny’s happened to my computer!’ Up I get and minister to the distressed. The flapper will always, at some point, make the following words come out of their mouth:

‘Oh, of course, *I* don’t know anything about computers!’

Really. Well, you appear to be able to type into it and switch it on every morning. It’s not a crime to learn about something, even less to admit that you have learned something, or that you would like to. Flappers say those words semi-triumphantly, as if they are asserting some moral authority over such dreadful cyber drones such as me, who have bothered to sit down and think about how that beige box with LEDs actually works.
My general reaction is to sigh. Sometimes I suggest that they wouldn’t say the same thing about telephones.

I blame Windoze. Of course. Someone did comment to me that back when they were basically using Emacs to word process, everything was a whole lot easier. One simplifies things by making things simpler. One does not generally simplify things by making them bigger, more complex, and a more friendly colour with little boxes that pop up and suggest what you should be doing.

But I also blame the thickness. I have been working for roughly 10 years less than the flappers. I have considerably less experience of using computers at work.

How come I can manage?

Cause I’m not a flapper.

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