Cal.e.'s Korner

C.: I wonder why d.c. hasn’t sent me a script in six days? I think I’ll call him and see. (ring)

d.: Oh, hi, Cal.E/ I’m sorry I haven’t sent you a script for almost a week, but I’m having trouble with my computer.

C.: What kind of trouble?

d.: It won’t connect to the internet, so I couldn’t send you my script.

C.: Hasn’t this happened to you before?

d.: Yes, but I was at my dad’s house, and cable was severed. Everyone’s internet was out, but now, it’s just ours.

C.: d.c., didn’t you buy a used electric typewriter from a pawn shop?

d.: Yes.

C.: And how many words per minute do you type?

d.: Fifty to sixty on a computer, but Eudora can smoke me. She can type about 90w.p.m. when in practice. Why?

C.: And isn't an electirc typewriter keyboard the same as a computer keyboard, more or less?

d.: Yes, why?

C.: Well, the two of you could have typed up about twenty scripts by now.

If you were too busy to walk to the end of the street to Wayne Manor,

you could have just put them in T. Puppy’s collar

and sent her down here with the scripts.

d.: The only fallacy I see in that is that I could never find a supplier to buy a ribbon from for my old typewriter,

and my handwriting is illegible to everyone but me and nurses who work in doctor’s offices.

They’re accustomed to bad handwriting. I just wish I knew why this happened.

C.: Hmm…a couple of months ago, didn’t you say that your cable provider who provides your internet service was going to eliminate the service that y’all subscribe to sometime around Halloween?

d.: Oh, !%^&#$%

C.: Er…That’s the end of today’s cat ta(i)le folks, because we’re out of time for today. Please join us next time for another edition of Cal.E.’s Korner.