I
opened my eyes. It was then I realized,
I
had ordered the wrong thing. Your order
has
shipped, the e-mail notification said.
The
tri-color ink cartridge is on its way.
No
stopping it now—tri-color—magenta,
yellow
and cyan. I love those colors; when
mixed
together in proper measure they can
create
any color imaginable. But my prin-
ter
has enough of those. I need black in-
stead.
Black, the absense of color required
to
satisfy and complete the contrast my
printing
projects need for proper reproduc-
tion.
HP, Amazon and the Internet have made
it
so easy for me to order, and I blew it by hit-
ting
the wrong computer key. Paid a tidy sum
too
with my debit card, and my mistake will
arrive
by FedEx today. In this day and age, in
the
techlogically advanced world in which we
live,
it is so easy to order electronically. Black,
I
need black toner, not the tri-color variety
which
I was told will be delivered to my door
today.
I suppose I will give it another shot, and
order
again. Coincidently, the cost for the right
item
is damn near the same. There are times,
however,
I do miss doing my shopping the old
fashioned
way—mano e’ mano, and being told
face-to-face
that I’ve made a mistake. Exchanges
are
much easier that way.
Chris
Hanch 10-23-19
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