Yesterday I went to the Clayton Library to do some work on a special project. I needed some copies of pages from books, which meant I had to go to the copy room.
The first-floor copy room and I have a history, as described in When Good Copiers Go Bad.
Since that post, Newman was sent packing and a new copier is in its place:
Think all my problems are over? Think again. This copier--which I call Damien--is set to automatically copy everything with 11x17 paper. You have to remember to change it to 8x11. As you can see from the rolled paper underneath, I forgot to change the setting. In fact, it happened three times.
Later on, I went back in the copy room and Damien malfunctioned. I tried to move to the copier to the left, but the copy card machine was not on. I waited for a man to finish using the copy machine to the right and got my stuff done.
Then I went into the copy room one last time. Damien was still not working. The copier to the left still wasn't taking copy cards. To the right, a sweet little lady was pulling nickels out of a coin bag--one at a time--in preparation of copying from a stack of books.
So I did the walk of shame to the reference librarian explaining that 2 of the 3 copiers were wonky. He fixed Damien so I could copy. Then he looked at the left copier...which was mysteriously ON and working fine. Took my copy card and everything, making me look like a moron.
I made one last copy, and Damien rolled out another 11x17 piece of paper. That room is possessed, I tell you. Use at your own peril.
I bet that lady and her bag of nickles is still in there making copies.