Mrs. Waddoups has a problem. Her son likes to type. Everyday she hears:
Click, clack, Cache,
Click, clack, Cache,
Clickety, clack, Cache.
At first she couldn't believe her ears. A perfectionist using a typewriter? Impossible!
Click, clack, Cache,
Click, clack, Cache,
Clickety, clack, Cache.
Then she couldn't believe her eyes. School assignments typewritten and turned in. Scholarship thank you letters typed and mailed in. It was bad enough that Cache wanted to type all day in his bedroom, but now he wanted to take his typewriter to the library to type his speech for graduation? No way! (Actually it was entirely okay!)
Click, clack, Cache,
Click, clack, Cache,
Clickety, clack, Cache.
And then Mrs. Waddoups got a memo:
It's 2011! Where does one get ribbon for a 1957 typewriter?
Mrs. Waddoups got out her own typewriter (a computer equipped with Internet).
Ebay decided this was a good deal and sold typewriter ribbon to Mrs. Waddoups for only $9.75! (and probably wished she would have bought more!)
USPS was a neutral party and delivered the ribbon to Mrs. Waddoups in a few days. The next day Mrs. Waddoups got a note:
Click, clack, Cache,
Click, clack, Cache,
Clickety, clack, Cache.
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PS. . .story slightly twisted to fit the book pattern, but it is essentially correct.
4 comments:
Oh my! Love it! Your notes were awesome!
Love both Mrs. Waddoups and Click, Clack, Cache! Loved your post!
This is the cutest post. That Cache is really something else.
If he only knew how much his grandpa hated typewriters. No erase, no spell check, no spacing helps, no forgiving, or font changes and on and on.
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