Love Hurts!

My printer sent me an instant message today. To be honest, I was surprised and flattered. I had been rather smitten since I met him and it seemed that he was interested in me too. He lit up when I touched him and always did an extra-special job of scanning and copying, but today was the first time he’d ever "hit" on me. The message was brief, but suggestive. It said that he had a “special invitation” for me.

To be honest, it’s been awhile since I’ve been given a “special invitation”, so it piqued my curiosity. Being the daring girl that I am, I clicked on his message. Don’t think badly of me, I’m not one of those girls who shops on the internet for boyfriends or picks up her men-friends at the local tavern, but like everyone else, I have needs and desires.

His message was brief; “You have been given a special invitation to receive rewards and benefits”. My mind reeled. What kind of rewards and benefits could he possibly be offering?

Did he want to take me away to the islands to snorkel and and lie on the white sand while he fanned me with a palm frond?

Did he plan to take me to Paris to welcome the spring?

Did he want to shower me with gems and take me to the mountains to ski and drink hot chocolate?

Deep sea fishing in the Bahamas?

Or perhaps a safari to Africa to photograph wild game?

Whatever my printer had in mind for me, he promised that it would make using him much more enjoyable. I was lost in my romantic, and slightly suggestive dreams…clicking to read each tender message in rapid succession. How would I tell my dad, my brother, my friends? My mind reeled at the thought of my printer and I on a lover’s holiday...

Then, as suddenly as it began, it ended with these fateful words…”Please enter your credit card information here”.

Sigh.