OK, I can admit I’m a bit of a procrastinator…not on everything, but on most things. This morning, I found myself out of black printer ink — again. (Naturally, I tried to milk the remaining ink from an old cartridge, but was denied.) This meant venturing out to my local superstore in the snowy weather. Unlike most people, I take the weather conditions into account when I drive. I’m actually aware of the fact that rain and/or snow, and/or a wintery mix can have an impact on driving and braking conditions. It was a relatively painless journey to the store at 6:45 am. ( I could have waited for the “office superstore” to open at 7:30 am, but I was done procrastinating.) Little did I know, the journey would raise some questions about man vs. machine in today’s U.S. of A.
Upon arrival, there were a couple of folks using mini-plows to clear the massive parking lot. I don’t know why, but for some reason, the 24/7 superstore only keeps one of its two sets of doors open during certain hours so I didn’t park in my usual spot. I made it to the electronics or “entertainment” department where the extremely valuable printer ink is kept behind lock and key. (Sub question: Is it possible one of the three wise men should have brought printer ink to Baby Jesus? I mean, do they keep the frankincense and myrrh under lock and key as well or is it near the Flintstone vitamins?) Unfortunately, there were no superstore employees in electronics. I was being denied my black printer ink cartridge after my wintery trek! I noticed superstore employees near the large metallic doors at the back of the store. Apparently, there must be a shift change at 7 am because employees were coming and going. A yellow vested lady told me “someone will be out shortly.” As I waited, I questioned my superstore trek at this point.
I decided to stand near the “entertainment” command post where they keep the cash registers and card scanners. The screen on the card scanner read “press for assistance” so I did. Nothing changed. Then another employee saw me and told me he’d “get someone from electronics.” I pressed it again. Finally, a third employee spotted me and took the initiative to visit the forbidden zone behind the large metallic doors. She emerged with a set of keys to free the printer ink from its vault. It’s a weird little lock on a large glass case, but the two of us persevered and the 245 XL ink cartridge was mine. Naturally, I had to take it to the self-scanning registers.
This raises the question…Have “the machines have taken over” a la The Terminator, etc. ? I mean the printer is the machine who started all of this. How long till it can just refill itself? Can’t it just spring legs or wheels and refill itself or maybe transform into a drone and fly there? Would using the superstore app have helped in this situation? I never use it because my cell phone is so dated it won’t work with any of those. You gotta love procrastination! In the meantime, I think someone should invent a little cow which holds your emergency ink cartridges. That way you can pull the extra cartridge right out of its udder.
Till next time, keep your Mojo on the Horizon!