Those Motherfucking Printers

I hate the little bastards, maybe because I hate the fact I still need one.

Since the first time I had to install and setup a printer on my own, I’ve hated the little bastards. A couple of nights ago started me on quite a journey of frustration.

My wife, she reminds me that she has to take the ferry the next morning to go visit her grandmother. After picking up essentials at the store (milk and toilet paper), I buzz over to the ferry dock to scope out how the line there works. I knew you had to get out of the car to get a ticket, but I want to see how far from the car that would be — my wife needed to know if she would be able to leave the kids in the car while still keeping on eye on them.

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