The old typewriter had a mind of it’s own, that is, until I was assigned to the stinker in 6th period typing class.
Typing along with the music with perfect rhythm in clickety clack beat was easy. But when checking for mistakes all I saw was a lot of gobblety gook and not one sensible word.
At first I thought I was placing my fingers on the wrong keys, but after careful observation, I confirmed that wasn’t the case at all. It was the damn junkie typewriter. It was stubborn and had a mind of its own.
After several days of its disrespect, I couldn’t take the damn thing anymore and took my fist and smashed it down on top of the keys. The keys all balled up. I thought I might have heard a little, “Owie Ouch”.
“There! Take that you piece of junkie metal!”
No more problems. I just had to let it know who’s boss. (150 words).
Image Credit: Barbara Beecham
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