Friday, September 02, 2005
Printing
I taught a man (repeated lesson several times) how to copy, paste, and expand the lyrics to Kumebayah. Then we printed it, but he freaked because we ran out of paper and never thought he'd see his precious lyrics.
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Ecch, Kumbaya. My parents run a summer camp--I've certainly heard THAT song more times than I care to.
You know the customer, the man with the LONG grey ponytail.
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