

Well, childhood mystery solved. When I was younger, my family went to France to visit some relatives. One of the dishes we were served was a salad, and my mom told me it was called pee-the-bed salad. I was so confused and was terrified that I was going to wet my bed that night after eating it. I didn’t, but I had been wondering ever since then what it could have been and why it was called that.
Allow me to suggest the humble typewriter. There are dozens of us (dozens!) who enjoy the tactile feeling of hammering out a few pages with no electronics or distractions of any kind.