It All Became Clear

It was the least of times. It was the worst of times. I struggled all morning to gather all the information to complete my taxes. Did you know that passwords exist for the sole purpose of excluding only the people who have a legitimate purpose of visiting an important website.

Then things got worse. I had to dredge the hard-won numbers off the internet. I spent maybe four hours to get documents printed. Did you know that your printer, on its own device, can switch your default page size to something that the printer can’t print? Mine did. But it did print reams of unwanted pages. Why, the blazes, do printers always insist on trying print the entire 37-page document? Why do they make it so difficult to stop the print job? Suffice it to say the air around me became hazy with legions of cuss words overlapping each other. What was the source of all this evil?

And then Occam’s razor came to mind. The simplest solution is the correct one. And here it is.