We got a new printer, because the old one was gradually receding into a state of complete suckiness. The document feeder doesn't work, the paper tray broke (this printer being a warranty replacement for another printer whose tray broke), and the wireless works, so you can't print on it without waking up my desktop computer. And the print quality has been degrading too. So we got a new printer, which I'm still in the process of setting up. The first thing I noticed was the warning not to drink the ink.
Okay, I've had it. Whose job is it to think up this stuff? I simply refuse to believe that anyone has cracked open one of those impenetrable plastic cartridges, found himself (yes, it would have to be a him) looking at a tempting pool of ink and then thinking, "Hmmm, should I drink this stuff? Oh, wait, there was a warning saying not to so I won't." If someone is intent on drinking the ink, they're gonna find a way, and I promise that there is no way to accidentally extract the ink (if it's even liquid- I don't know) into your mouth. So someone has to be sitting in a cubicle somewhere, trying to think of things that people could do with this printer that could ultimately lead to someone suing them.
Actually, I'd probably like that job. It would require a certain amount of mischievous destructiveness that I can relate to. Maybe I'll start thinking about warnings for all kinds of everyday objects and submit them to their manufacturers as a way of auditioning.
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