Bad timing

Today I had to print out some documents for tax purposes. My printer is basic and large and in another room to where I use my lap top. So I opened up the documents that my accountant sent, 15 pages to be printed then signed and sent back. So I went into the library to the corner where my printer sits and plugged my computer in. The first document printed but the ink sign came on. An hour later after trying to put the new cartridge in and looking for the intructions, I gave up and hoped I would have enough ink to finish the job. Filled it with paper and tried again. Dam it ! I then got a paper jam getting quite frustrated now I rectified that problem and continued. 3 more pages and the ink runs out, finally I worked it out how to put in the new cartridge. The phone rings I race to get it in the next room, I trip over the cord connecting the computer and printer. My concern was not to have the lap top fall, I saved it hurting my foot and hobbled to answer the phone. Some male with an Indian accent asked for a Franco, I said no Franco lives here. This man wanted to argue....hello I live here! I would bloody well know who is here, you must have the wrong number. I lost it and flew into this man and hung up on him....gee I was angry. I am sorry....... but why would you argue with some one when they say you have the wrong number