Don't think it can't happen to you. It'll begin in the company of a few friends. You've already had a couple, what would one more hurt. But you keep wanting more, and eventually realize as you stumble around the clutter that the habit is taking over your household and affecting your life. Your wife tearfully confronts you when she finds you have even squirreled some away in her side of the closet. You thought it could never happen to you, that you were in complete control and could stop any time. But one day you find yourself facing your friends with the statement:
Hello, my name is Tony Mindling and I'm a typoholic.
For clinical evaluation, the following documentation collected during the past few weeks is herewith provided. Not included are the Smith Corona Quiet Super from the local Salvation Army thrift store, and the Royalite, AKA "Kermit", from Mike Clemens. Of course, many of these are destined for grandchildren, some of whom have already expressed interest. Of course, one little problem with that justification for my typewriter problem is that I don't see our seven children, prolific as they are, producing 43 children. So I suppose I will just have to give in, and, as one notable Typeospherian suggests, embrace hoarding. One positive thing is that all of the typewriters below, at least all that have thus far been received, have functioned well right out of the box. Well, OK, the Harris needs a new drawstring. Oh, and that pretty blue Corona Coronet arrived in pieces that all the kings men ... but the seller provided a complete refund and parts have already been shared all the way to Australia. They did arrive, didn't they McTaggart?