The typing office
It had been a long time since Tony wanted to let somebody type his poems
collection by means of a computer.
In this way he could send it to some publisher and let it print.
Anyway, first he would let them read by his friends and relatives of him in order
to seek their advice. So he made up his mind; he remembered a small typing
office next to the university.
... The woman told him that all would be ready within two or three days at the
very latest. When he returned the woman apologized saying she had had so
many graduation thesis to print that...
The following day he was greeted by a "You could even torture me, if you want,
but... ". Tony mumbled something like "Does she think I am a sadist?... ".
... When he got the printed poems back at last, he wanted to pay at once
but the woman replied politely: "Why don't you check first? Come and see if the
results are to your liking".
Tony began to skim through the pages and... he was astonished... he couldn't
believe it. Not only there were a lot of mistakes in the spelling, but his verses
had been even exchanged one another. He had to throw anything away.
He was going to say: "Listen to me, but... ", but he uttered nothing.
He payed - and to be honest he payed much more than one should have
expected - and went home.
The following night he had a nightmare. He dreamt that someone had stolen his
poems with a trick and had published them achieving fame and honour...
As soon as he woke up he run into his office, opened a drawer of the writing
desk and took up the cash slip.
"Let's see... how much I paid... that's right... - damned! - The date... it's
yesterday's date... that's right... - I'll give you a hard time... criminals!".
He was about to replace the cash slip into the drawer when his eyes fell on the
name of the typing office: "Magic Typing Office"...