<Gasp!> I wasn’t surprised to read this yesterday. I have, perhaps, some of the worst handwriting known to man. I’ll be forever grateful that I took the SATs before they include a cursive writing portion. Maybe it helps to explain that my father is a dentist… or maybe I’ve just been typing since the commodore 64.
In truth, I’ve never found it really comforting when the checkout staff at the local Target draws their collective intelligence together, holding my card and signed receipt up to the light, while they try and determine if I’m trying to use a stolen credit card to buy a reeses peanut butter cup and a $10 cd.