In the office at work, my colleague Hal is looking at the equipment book and trying to work out who borrowed something without bringing it back. We write the name of the person and the thing they took and the date we expect it back, and normally we can just recognise the handwriting of the person who signed it out.
“I don’t know who signed this out,” says Hal.
“Whose handwriting is it?” says Annie who is sitting at the desk.
“I don’t know,” says Hal, placing the book on the desk and pointing at it. “Have a look. It’s in really girly handwriting.”
I walk over and have a look at the book.
“It’s my handwriting,” I say.
“Sorry,” says Hal, “but it is very girly.”