It's Not Your Type

Early this morning, I received a request to fill out some paperwork, but it had to typed on their form. Really? Fortunately, or perhaps a bit scary, we have a typewriter at work. My typing class skills from years ago had to be channeled, and it was kind of spooky how quickly they came back.

I think the saying shouldn't be about riding a bike, but rather about typing on a typewriter. I guess I'm lucky it was electric, although I learned how to type on a manual. Same with driving.

Now if only to find that box of Mimeograph paper since we're all out of carbon paper.