Are you printing something, wondered from the other side of the couch.
He was listening to sports talking heads, I was reading James Lee Burke's painfully personal new novel, and neither of us had been near the computer for hours.
Yet there it was, the peculiar whirring and clanking and here I am getting ready for the onerous task of doing that for which I was created noise this printer makes as she's gearing up, followed by the rhythmic back and forth as the lines appear on the page.
Except there was nothing in the queue, at least nothing since 11 o'clock this morning, six hours ago.
It was a label for a package of sweet treats I sent to Big Cuter and Queen T this morning. I already printed out the label and pasted it on the flat rate envelope and put the whole thing in the mailbox. Why the USPS decided to print me out another one is a mystery.... as is the fact that my printer responded.
Technological wizardry was how the Carvana ad described their ability to quote you a price in minutes. Is this the same kind of wizardry, only gone amok?
Hmm. I tried to print something Monday morning and a message flashed that my printer needed intervention. Nothing more than that quick flash. Am I supposed to be a printer mind reader? Does my printer suddenly have a dangerous drug or alcohol addiction? I didn't have the band width to deal with it so I walked away. Six hours later, we heard the printer start up just as you describe and the page I had wanted that morning was there in the tray.
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I'm writing to this topic on Friday.
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Computers and their associates frequently have gremlins.
ReplyDeleteOr something more evil.... see this Friday's post.
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