An elderly printer, that is. One that likes to do things in its own time. One that does not like a speck of dust, or different paper, or new ink.
A printer that, most especially, does not like to have high expectations- multiple copies of several documents, for instance- placed upon it.
For the tall, frustrated man, see me.
Anxious, cross, and good at inspiring huffs in machinery.
Imagine the scene: girls flitting about being Incredibly Helpful, little bundles of paper spread across the floor, paperclips and staples on standby, a list of what your AGM about town needs. In the background, see if you can spot the clipboard, sticky labels and markers. Consider that it is past pyjama time, so one of us is lurking at the end of the daily energy allotment.
Paper is added. Both cartridges of ink are changed.
The printer churns out the ‘just checking I’m working’ page.
It does nothing else.
Spurs Fan starts with “You just do…”- always guaranteed to provoke a “I’ve done that…”
Then it all descends into Fawlty madness.
It’s a wonder the AGM happened at all.
*post inspired by a commenty chat with The Clothesline