I went into Staples today after work to buy a new printer. I haven’t had one in years and I wanted to get one to help make stencilling easier for tattoos I do now and in the future. I just wanted something cheap.
I found a pretty good Epson printer with WIFI networking, and scanning, and faxing, and other stuff I don’t care about. I ask a girl to help me and she does, she makes sure that it’ll work with my Mac and made sure it was the one on sale. After about 5-10 minutes, I ask her if I know her from somewhere. It seemed like a long shot, as she was really only the slightest amount of vaguely familiar to me.
Her reply, “Yeah, we went to high school together, you hated me.”