Carbon copy

Making 100 more copies of my survey turned out to be no simple task. First was the difficulty of conveying the notion of photocopying to Larissa. Although stores all over the place advertise "Xerox," the way Georgians pronounce the word bears no relation to the way I say it. I still haven't learned that whole squeeze the back of your throat sound.

One we got the task figured out, we spent another lifetime with the very pleasant lady at the shop. This involved her handing us the cord to plug in the machine, and of course there is no such thing as automatic double-sided. And I have gotten a LOT more practice stapling. And ten random people came in at various points needing things copied so of course she had to help them too. It was all quite entertaining and almost worth the shocking amount of money it cost.

And she is a sport to pose for a picture with her machine, isn't she?