Oh for a Typewriter

Tonight we followed the directions our cable company sent out to increase our Internet speed. After doing everything we were told to do our printer simply refused to print.

Then began the calls to the cable company.
" We're an Internet company. We don't deal in printers."
" But we followed your directions."

Round and round we went. " I'll transfer you to someone who can help you."
That person repeated the mantra--" We're an Internet company and we don't know anything about printers."

After speaking to five different people and finally a supervisor the printer remains mute. Perhaps this is a message. Life is too full of wanting to move faster-- slow down, slow down. Is this a signal to us? Is life moving too fast? Do we need to increase everything to supersonic levels?

I'd like to be released from this quandary of going around in circles with the Internet company.  Actually I'd like to have a printer that prints.

Tomorrow I'll call the company that made the printer. Perhaps the printer is tired, worn out and wanting to retire. Perhaps it's a metaphor.