Finish the story begins with: “The old typewriter had a mind of its own.”
Which was a novelty in itself. If I typed A it typed B, C/D, E/F and so on until I hit Q. Then it took over.
ARE YOU WATCHING, LEARN TO TYPE YOU MORON.
This message appeared more than once. I did learn to type, on a different machine and the writer was impressed. At first.
But everytime I hit Q it had something to say.
You can imagine the issues I had the day I wrote: ‘Querulous questions Queeny queried quarterly.’
It took two troublesome days to get the job done. Being constantly interrupted by a sarcastic machine is very wearing.
Finally out of exasperation I built a glass case around it and to taunt it I walk past and either announce a Q word or flash a card with QUIET on it.
It vibrates a little, its agitation obvious but settles, as it knows I HAVE WON!