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Thursday, December 16, 2004

'scuse me, are you, let's see, mig?

no. well, yes. it's mg, actually, em-gee.

okay, angie, you in charge of the copier?

no. well, yes. i guess so. more or less.

okay. i've got good news and bad news. which do you want first?

um--

okay. so the good news is that your machine's not eating up the paper any more. they're coming out smooth as a baby's, ah, nice and smooth. the bad news is, you got a bum OPC unit.

we do?

yep. the thing's all beat up. these things are delicate, you know. they need to be treated like one of them eggs, or they just fall apart.

eggs?

the fancy russian ones, the faberges. my gramma loves those things. she's got a whole book of them. she's got a few knock off ones in a glass cabinet, too, but it's not the same. they're just a clump of glue and glass stones. did you know, a real one of those eggs alone has more individual parts than your entire copier machine?

um, no, i didn't.

it's true. costs about a million times more, too. oughta get a job repairing them. anyway. so your OPC unit looks like somebody drop kicked it. what you're gonna have to do is call the company and get them to send out a new OPC.

we have to wait til another one comes in?

unless you've got a spare one up your, uh, sleeve. when you talk to them, tell them to make sure mark it 'fragile.' otherwise, no telling how much it'll get knocked around.

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