sexxy black, as i call her, was the belle of the post-holiday office ball. everyone who walked by had to touch her, to try her out. “the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog” they typed. “it was a dark and stormy night,” was another favorite. i kept asking them how much they’d give me if i popped the top on sexxy black’s case and lugged her down to starbucks over lunch, whipped her out and started working on my novel right there. most of them just laughed and laughed. because buying an ancient typewriter is just the sort of thing i’d do.
i kept teasing webboy, who has the unfortunate luck to sit next to me, that i was gonna type the january newsletter on sexxy black– she’s really loud. louder than me, if you can believe that.
i think my favorite thing about her is the SHIFT FREEDOM key. i mean if ever there was someone who needed freedom from the tyranny of the shift key, it is me.