My husband can barely stand to sit beside me in church due to my note taking skills. I don't know how many times he shakes his head and smiles only to say:
"Honey, how do you make anything out of what you took the time to write down?"
And, that's just it. My mind works in sporadic clouds of jumbled letters. Most often best written crooked at an angle oblivious to the parallel lines' plea to use them.
I love when it's Bic and Steno time.