Those of you who follow Overheard in the Halls, the joys and winces of life at St. Angus in the Grass School, are familiar with The Copier. This is the enormous machine in the main teachers’ work-room, the source of 90% of our copies and print-outs. When it works, it is a marvel of technology and speed.
Due to… well, I suspect a combination of stress, illness, gremlins, and the Fickle Finger of Fate going “flick!”, no one ordered toner. Unlike my little HP in my office, one does not just saunter down to Office Despot and buy a Can-o-Toner. No, this is a gourmet, single-source, shade-grown, Fair Trade—
Sorry. That’s chocolate and coffee. This stuff has to come from out of town. By slow boat.
The Faculty are Not Amused. There is weeping, wailing, gnashing of teeth, and long lines at Copier Junior. We are counting the hours until the Brown Truck of Happiness* appears with the proper toner.
*Marko Kloos coined the phrase, and I have used it ever since.