Ah. The old ditto machine. Our teachers would pass around papers fresh off the printer...and we would try to get a buzz off the fumes.
“Ah. The old ditto machine. Our teachers would pass around papers fresh off the printer...and we would try to get a buzz off the fumes.”
Looking back, I guess I was a “teacher’s pet”. I was always the one sent to the school office to make those copies on the big machine full of fumes. I never dawdled, did the job, and immediately went back to class. I never thought of doing anything different.