It was a bit scary. First I thought they were a bit shy but then they came to life talking about MBTI. And they wanted to know my Type.
I tried to explain my views on Typing but it was as though I were talking to two fence posts.
It was as though I hadn't left my iMac and they had followed me to the Bakery.
Is nowhere safe from Typing? Can't I have my coffee in the sunshine without two shiny-eyed evangelists Typing me?
What next? They will want to Type my favourite cat, Jasper, or my favourite dog, Ralph!
Even the two Mormons don't try to evangelise my favourite dog and cat, but Typers know no shame and don't know where to draw the line or even if there is a line 'cause they have fallen for MBTI hook, line and sinker.
Typers, Typers everywhere, from the iMac to the Bakery, and not a quite word to be had.
Thank God for the sunshine.