 The once buzzing with life printer stood in the office as if dead. It's grey form stood helplessly by the wall, begging for mercy and help. The friends and users of the printer glumly walked by, irritated by it's lack of printing ability and the allowance of their jobs being slowed down.
"Sam!" One of my managers exclaims from his office. "Could you please do something about the printer?" He asks.
With confidence smaller than a tiny seed, I walked across the foyer into the printing area.
"Okay" I think to myself, sucking in deep breaths as I try to scramble with my mind how to fix this problem. "I don't know the first thing about printers..."
"Please hurry..." My manager is exasperated, needing a document within the next few minutes. He explains to me that the printer died late last week and hasn't been resurrected since.
What to do what to do what to do...
I stare dumbly at him. His eyes are closed. Not a sound to be made. Perhaps if I press a button...
Nope, nothing.
What about this button?
Nu-uh. No can do.
Turning my head slightly to the left, I see my manager standing there whimpering as if he was a lost puppy dog.
Not knowing what else to do, I place my hand on the belly of my dead friend and silently pray "God, please let this work."
And immediately the printer springs to life and joyously spits out pieces of paper.
My manager wide eyed stares at me and asks, "How?"
Oohhhhhhh, he responds to prayer. I say. |
Sam,
very cute! thanks. you got a smile from me for that one. have a good day.