The Story Teller

Last week, my eldest daughter sent me a text message telling me that our printer ran out of ink. So, I called her up and told her that we’ll have it refilled. Then she ranted about her school paper and how she needed to have it printed that very moment. I was irked. What was I to do? I wasn’t home and the black and color ink cartridges are there. So, I told her that maybe she could go to the nearest computer shop and have her paper printed. But she said the shop was jam packed at that time. So, as the last option I told her to take the cartridges out of the printer and bring them in my office so I could have them refilled as soon as she arrived. That did it. She said she’ll check out if there’s a vacant unit at the computer shop..