LMAO.... I wasn't the least bit embarrased about buying a syringe.
They came with my bulk ink... one for each colour.
So, naturally... I broke the black one
I had been screwing around with the cart to start with... and had ink EVERYWHERE...
This was when there were paper taxes, and I had several sets DUE by the next day.
Off I dashed to the pharmacy... and found the owner... "BRIAN, I HAVE to have a SYRINGE."
Lord, did that man look at me FUNNY.
"What are you going to DO with it," he wanted to know.
"I'm going to fill my ink cart, so I can print these **#@# taxes, that are DUE tomorrow."
He looked over my ink covered self, and determined that maybe he should sell me a syringe... lmao
So... he asked what gague I wanted...
"H*** I dunno, you pick, whatever gauge is right for ink."
He handed me a couple... charged me a quarter, and wished me luck.
The next day (at work) I handed my little bro HIS set of taxes, and told him the story...
"OMG, Katt... you DIDN'T."
"Yeah, I did."
"Ok, everyone thinks you are kinda strange to start with, NEXT time, tell him it's for glue... I have some in my tool box for glue... or oil, you can use them for oil."
"What's weird about ink?"
"It's just WEIRD, now everyone is gonna think I don't pay you enough to afford to buy carts like everyone else."
So, next time... I told him (Brian) that I wanted to oil a door lock, it was sticking, and I couldn't find anything small enough to fit.
He was WAY kewl with THAT... handed me a couple, charged me a quarter, and wished me luck.
They came with my bulk ink... one for each colour.
So, naturally... I broke the black one
I had been screwing around with the cart to start with... and had ink EVERYWHERE...
This was when there were paper taxes, and I had several sets DUE by the next day.
Off I dashed to the pharmacy... and found the owner... "BRIAN, I HAVE to have a SYRINGE."
Lord, did that man look at me FUNNY.
"What are you going to DO with it," he wanted to know.
"I'm going to fill my ink cart, so I can print these **#@# taxes, that are DUE tomorrow."
He looked over my ink covered self, and determined that maybe he should sell me a syringe... lmao
So... he asked what gague I wanted...
"H*** I dunno, you pick, whatever gauge is right for ink."
He handed me a couple... charged me a quarter, and wished me luck.
The next day (at work) I handed my little bro HIS set of taxes, and told him the story...
"OMG, Katt... you DIDN'T."
"Yeah, I did."
"Ok, everyone thinks you are kinda strange to start with, NEXT time, tell him it's for glue... I have some in my tool box for glue... or oil, you can use them for oil."
"What's weird about ink?"
"It's just WEIRD, now everyone is gonna think I don't pay you enough to afford to buy carts like everyone else."
So, next time... I told him (Brian) that I wanted to oil a door lock, it was sticking, and I couldn't find anything small enough to fit.
He was WAY kewl with THAT... handed me a couple, charged me a quarter, and wished me luck.