Mystic Printer

Every once in a while, the printer on my desk interrupts my pensive haiku composing by whirring to life and printing something I didn’t ask it to, presumably something from some other terminal. A few weeks ago I got a couple of pages of a sociology paper. Just now I got a page that talks about constructivism and mystical experiences.

The bizarre thing is, even though the papers don’t make actual sense to me, they’re written quite well. No glaring spelling or grammatical errors, and I rarely read anything that doesn’t need a good copy edit.

I suspect these are coming from the computer lab down the hall. Wonder if it’s the same person each time. That would explain the consistently high quality. Interesting too, that I never get a page with a name on it. Or anything highly confidential.