I have four old cartridges, because somebody at this nameless office supply store forgot to tell me when I bought it a few years back it runs out of ink after about 50 copies, which is really printing a Funions set list eight or nine times.
They are $15 a pop. I bring the old ones back because I get $2.50 a piece. Not huge money, but every little bit helps, right?
Last spring I returned cartridges and they made me fill out a form and mail it in to get the rebate. So tonight I turn in the empty cartridges, the girl looks up my name, everything is good.
And then I made the mistake of saying I needed to change my address so they'd send the check to the right place.
"Oh, we can't do that here," the girls said cheerily. "But I can give you a number and you can call and get it changed."
By then the four cartridges have been thrown in a big box, and there are five people in line behind me, and the girls wants to know what I want to do.
This office supply company has a slogan, "That was easy." Bull. "That was a pain in the ass" should be their slogan.
Geesh. Murder trials on the brain are making me cranky.