Normally, replacing an ink cartridge in your printer is a fairly straightforward and clean process. If you are my brother-in-law, Terry, however, things may get unexpectedly complicated.
Yesterday,
when I saw Terry, I immediately noticed his hands were stained with conspicuous
black splotches.
“What’s
on your hands?” I asked.
“Ink.”
“Ink?”
“I
changed an ink cartridge in my printer today.”
Terry
seems uniquely cursed when dealing with mechanical and electronic
contrivances. If something unusual can
go wrong, it likely will.
In
the case of the printer, Terry’s first issue was purchasing a grossly
inexpensive pack of generic replacement cartridges. As is often the case with generic replacements,
his printer failed to recognize the chip in the cartridge he snapped in the carrier. When he tried to pry the cartridge out to try
another, the cartridge came apart in his hands.
“The
ink doesn’t want to wash off my hands,” he laminated.
“It’s
pretty good stuff. You might be a marked
man for a while.”
Later
in conversation, Terry suggested that we were all on our way to being replaced by
robots. “I don’t think anyone could make
a robot to replace you, Terry,” I said. “You
are safe.”
Terry’s
Hands After Changing an Ink Cartridge
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