Each Generation Has The Write Stuff
One of the office secretaries who refuses to retire has just celebrated her 70th birthday. A big birthday card went around the office for her, signed by nearly everyone.
The day after the birthday, she walks up to me, pointing to a message and a signature in the corner.
Secretary: “Was this you?”
Me: “Haha, yes, that’s me. I know, my handwriting isn’t that legible.”
Secretary: “Legible is an overstatement! This doesn’t even look English! This looks like the line you get in a heart rate monitor, and the patient died halfway through.”
Me: “Ouch. Well, it says Happy Birthday.”
Secretary: “That’s the problem with you kids; you never learned how to write cursive! It’s a huge societal failure if you ask me!”
Me: “Okay, you need to stop talking if you expect me to help you rotate a PDF again. You can write cursive, I can type fast, and my kids can make nineteen TikToks in a day. Let each generation have its thing, yeah?”
Secretary: “…Your kids make clocks?”
