The Old Hand: tip tap, tip tap

Tip Tap. Tip Tap. I recently walked through the sales offices of a very large distributor of technology, and the only sound I could hear was the sound of tipping and tapping on the keyboards of the desktops.

Where was I? A hospital? Maybe a morgue?

What was going on? What happened to all the noise, the atmosphere, the excitement, the fear, the elation? It just didn’t exist anymore. It had been replaced by tip tap, tip tap.

I fail to reason or understand how any trader or salesman can purchase and sell any product without actually expressing his personality by a face-to-face interactions with customers in far reaches of the globe.