Eight or ten years ago my office had dot matrix printers, one for each desktop computer. The paper was pin-feed type, with tear off strips on each side that had holes for the pin-feed mechanism. We had to shlep our own boxes of paper from the loading dock, ands one morning Gene came huffing and puffing up the two long flights of stairs with a 30 pound box of paper for his computer.

A couple of minutes later I heard him cursing under his breath and looked over. The paper he'd brought up had the holes for the pinfeed, but the strips on the side did not tear off. He cursed again and said, "This damned paper ain't prophylacted right."

I ended up with a screenful of coffee.


TEd