An excerpt from the past

[When we don't have anything new to put here, we sometimes dip into work from the distant past. This one came up today during an otherwise unrelated conversation.]

The setting: a Motel 6 in a non-descript town somewhere between Seattle and San Francisco:

Suddenly, Wanda got up, turned off the TV, and jumped into your bed.

And whispered in your ear, "Duane, talk to me about Emacs."

You gulped, and blurted out a sheepish "Well, actually I just use vi". Wanda
slipped back into her bed, and you punched another ticket on the night-alone express.