Bryce and I were playing cards tonight. Truly, he is shuffle-challenged. We decide that it must not be a genetic trait, since I have absolutely no coordination, but I can shuffle like nobody’s business…
Bryce: And type. You type really fast.
Me: I used to be better. The computer has ruined me. Knowing the backspace key is there has ruined my accuracy.
Bryce: Like, what? You used a TYPEWRITER?
Me: Well, ya. That’s how I learned. I had a typing class in high school. We used typewriters.
Bryce: No. Really?
Me: Yeah, really. I used a typewriter to type my papers all the way through college. I only started using a computer when my roommate made me, in graduate school.
Bryce: A TYPEWRITER? (clearly incredulous, like it’s some medieval torture device. Maybe it was.)
Me: YEAH. (indignant now)