Mr. B voluntarily installed my new printer while I was away from the house.
To give me a hand.
So, there I was printing away on the printer that had given me NO PROBLEMS in the three years since I bought it. I've put a LOT of paper and ink through that bad boy. Not even a glitch. Then, click, grind, rip, shred.
And complete silence.
The printer ate itself alive with the paper jam to end all paper jams.
Surely, I thought, this can be fixed! Mr. B suggested I simply buy a new one, but that seemed so WASTEFUL. Plus, it was a great printer 'til the jam! If I could have it repaired...
Even the repair man wasn't interested. He told me I'd be better off buying a new one.
So I did, but I put off installing it because, while computers allegedly make our lives easier, I find they take up a LOT of our time. I wasn't ready to spend an hour plugging in then trouble shooting the printer.
While the girls and I were out selling books this evening, Mr. B unwrapped that bad boy, installed it and (almost) had it ready for me when we arrived home.
I was certainly grateful, so, yeah! :)
Photo courtesy Corey Holmes under Creative Commons License.
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