Wednesday, October 23, 2019

Mistakes are Made


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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