Printers and Me

Due to some quirks of fate, we have 3 printers. Most normal people get along fine for years with one, but we have 3. It wouldn't be so bad except they have resided in the living room for several years, this phalanx of printers. My favorite one is the oldest one and it only prints. It's pretty archaic, and very slow, but it's faithful and dependable. The second one makes copies, and scans also, and the third one, well who knows. The first one almost always works for me, the second one is sporadic and the third one never works.

So this morning I happened to mention that I thought I would go shopping for a special unit that would hold all the printers on separate shelves, in another room. They sort of detract from the ambiance in here. Bionic Man was astounded. Apparently he had no idea I wanted them out of the living room. Thus followed some stomping around and muttering as he rearranged things. My favorite one is now disconnected and gone. I'm being punished. I will never be able to print again. I have been assured that printer #3 will work for me. But I think electronic things sense doubt.