Thursday, July 11, 2019

Cyan Ink and the Luck of Wile E. Coyote


There was one time, Tim and I were printing pictures from the computer.  I think we were trying to print out iron-on decals.  We had printed so many that we soon ran out of ink.  The price tag for the two cartridges was about $40 even at discount department stores.  So I bought one of those “As Seen on TV” color printer cartridge re-fill kits. The kit came with three small bottles of cyan, magenta, yellow ink and a syringe to fill and then inject the colored ink into the cartridge.

I sat down at the kitchen table with newspaper covering the surface.  I took each bottle set and lined up with the syringe that reminded me of the flavor injector also advertised.  I was satisfied I took every precaution to not make a mess and against any possible foreseeable spillage.  Like a professional, at least as I believed, I began the procedure.

The first color to fill per the instructions was cyan or blue. I was filling the cartridge with blue ink and I was trying to pressing the plunger when the syringe literally exploded. I sat blinking in disbelief. I then realized I was covered in blue ink with a blue ink outline of my head and upper torso on the kitchen wall behind me.

I yelled and cursed!


Timmy came running into the kitchen and took one look at me and quickly ran out. He started yelling to his mother "Daddy looks like a Smurf!"

My wife came into the kitchen.  “Violet, you’re turning violet!”  Timmy laughed.

“He looks like a blueberry.”

After a few minutes of being sullen because I was beaten by a plastic injector, I saw some of the humor.  I felt like a cartoon character – more like Wile E. Coyote than Papa Smurf or a spoiled child being ejected from Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory.  

I miss that day sometimes.