CompuServe Messages

"Hey girl! You can build your own laserprinter in your one-woman shop." The click, click, clicking stopped. I ran to the mailing room, where I had last heard her steps. It was empty, but I heard soft, feminine voices drifting in from the entryway. Brushing the last fry off my pants zipper, I turned the corner and bumped into a woman in a karate uniform, who was in the process of saying something that ended with "and he *deleted* the message!" She turned to me and pointed to the other women in the room. One was wearing a shirt covered with old campaign buttons, and another was eating broccoli and drinking a tofu drink. "We're here to DTP!" they said in unison….