Our computers seem to have minds of their own. The laptops are the worst; the mouse pads are sometimes so sensitive that a thumb hovering near the space bar may register as a tap. You're typing along and suddenly, you are on a different page! If I had a dollar for every time someone around here has said, "what am I doing here?" . . . .
The printers have their own games, mostly involving the paper. They love to torment my husband when he is printing the bills. He has always been one to let off steam at high volume - is that a guy thing? I've learned to find something to do outside whenever I see the bill form on the screen, because I know he'll express his exasperation loudly. We laugh about it - "are you done yelling, or do I need to go muck out the stalls now?" "No, I'm done. Oops, wait a minute, I'm not done; there are two more to do. You'd better not come in just yet."
The printers have their own games, mostly involving the paper. They love to torment my husband when he is printing the bills. He has always been one to let off steam at high volume - is that a guy thing? I've learned to find something to do outside whenever I see the bill form on the screen, because I know he'll express his exasperation loudly. We laugh about it - "are you done yelling, or do I need to go muck out the stalls now?" "No, I'm done. Oops, wait a minute, I'm not done; there are two more to do. You'd better not come in just yet."
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