Before we get to the box, this is a continuation of a previous post HERE
On Thursdays, Mrs Skoot usually gets home late around 8:45pm so after work I went to visit a friend. When I got home she was already there waiting, wondering where I was and why I was late as it was previously decided that we would go somewhere for a sit down dinner.
Ever since her operation last year she has been taking Waterworks, which is a water fitness program (info here) . She goes twice a week and she gets home late so I try to get our meals ready.
We didn't know where to go so we headed over to Main Street which is an up and coming neighbourhood, not unlike Robson Street in the 1960's . We like to get value for our hard earned money so we walk up and down the street looking for a suitable place. (more info here2) or (here3)
Nothing struck our fancy so we headed to our old standby for a mediocre meal, memorable for different reasons. Now we have to go out again somewhere nice to negate this less than pleasing experience . I was late, then this poor excuse of a meal, no wonder I was in the doghouse
BUT, before we left the area we passed by this store and noticed these typewriters in the window
I took typing in high school and it was the best thing I ever did. I can touch type and had a respectable number of words per minute. I remember using an IBM selectric typewriter at the office and it was cutting edge at the time. I still have a portable typewriter packed away somewhere . . .
We heard all the clicking away so we went inside
The place was packed with everyone typing away. There was hardly any elbow room
It seems that this store has a sort of open house, one day per month for people to come and use these typewriters to type on greeting cards or do their own letters. They also sell rubber stamps and they have a wall full of greeting cards and supplies for typists
Oh, back to the box which I received today. It was a nice surprise and I was anxious to open it. I mean others have received boxes lately. Take a look at BeemerGirl, Trobairitz or Canajun , so I suppose it's my turn
I grabbed my pocket knive and slit the box open before I noticed the warning label.
I should have stepped back a bit more to show you how big this box was. I could have used this for my trip last year . . .