Coming back from my week-end, I sit down at my desk and look across the open space in horror. They installed a new printer, nothing scary, but given what happened last time, staying alert is the best I can do.
And so, business as usual, that is, until my colleague comes to me, asking if I could print something for him, about 30 times. I agree, and find myself having to use the new machine, almost piercing my soul with its lit up diodes. I type in 30 copies on my computer, start the printing, and then walk to the printer, keeping a safe distance just in case.
The machine beeps and shakes, and after a minute, prints a single document. I take hold of the paper and start reading. Or, "trying to read" is more accurate, I'm no linguist, but that was probably Greek. That thing printed my file, in Greek.
So I ask my colleague to do it himself, saying I'll get the paper for him. He wants to print more than 30, just to have a few spares, in case some get lost. He types the number, presses Enter, and the process starts again. The machine beeps again, shakes more, and after a minute, another single document. I hastily grab it, and wouldn't you know, it's French!
I leave, taking my lunch break in the streets of Toronto, and wonder. What number do I even need to type for the paper to be in English?