Jessica Fletcher would figure it out when she dressed up as a drunk to tail her niece. She’d sing a bit of shanty, kiss you on the forehead, and encourage you to be yourself. You were once her student, and she always knew from your writing that you were a kind soul and a wicked plot weaver.
Yes, but rarely can I figure out how to use it. Whether it’s a text, email, or web site I want to look at, the keys don’t work the way they are supposed to or the keys themselves do not make sense.