I fixed my mom's mechanical typewriter when I was twelve, when I was fifteen I released a couple of issues of a punk fanzine that I typed up on my mom's IBM electric typewriter. My mom was a secretary in the days of Madmen, she learned to use words processors and printers. But this woman would phone IT when her typewriter wasn't working, in 3005 this was not my problem.
I worked at two of the biggest accounting firms in the world. You know, the kind that you read about in the news because they're hiding rich people's money. And yes, the older ones especially, are useless with computers. We had one secretary to a senior partner who insisted on having a typewriter.
He had to though, because somebody he was mad at made that deal and he had to pound his tiny hands.