Typewriter Repairman!!

Why use a typewriter when you can use microsoft word and printer?

Hey, this is America! You can be anything you want to be! Live the dream! There just may be a Smith-Corona in your future.

My parents got me an Olympia when I graduated from high school. I kept saying I wanted a Hermes Rocket--the little light-weight one. The salesman kept saying the Olympia would last a lifetime. The Hermes cost a third as much. They went with the salesman. I hated it. The thing weighed as much as a cement block. It was about as responsive as pounding on a cement block. I've still got the damned thing. I haven't used it in fifteen years. If I never use it again, it'll be too soon. But I can't get rid of it because it was a HS graduation present.

You whippersnapper kids today who've never seen an Underwood have no idea how soft you've got it. In my day we crawled out from under the rock that was all the house our parents could afford and walked fourteen miles each way to school with our bare feet stained black with shoe polish so it would look like we had shoes, through six feet of hard-packed snow with drifts to ten feet, and wolverines snapping at our heels each step of the way, with eighty-pound typewriters strapped to our backs.

You and your word processors, you effete wusses.

Well, you can be a bicycle repairman, too: http://cycling.finial.com/stuff/mpbicyclerepairman.php

Why not go all the way and become a farrier*?

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(*A blacksmith who shoes horses)

Well, actually, I've always wanted to become a medieval English knight, but I can't find the job opening for some reason...

If I ever open a technology museum, my Underwood will have a place of prominence. Right alongside my TI 99A computer.

I thought that I would like to start a buggy whip business. I understand that there is a dearth of companies that supply that product.

I think that I could make a fortune, if I put my mind to it!

My dream was to be a witchfinder general, but the job centre says Lancashire is not what it used to be.

You know, my first dream was to open a mustache salon...in France.

The mustache business is huge over there, I hear. :wink: