I am being grouchy.
"The printer up here has died," says Doreen.
There are three printers up there. So I ask which one and in what way it has died. I am told to get the details from the staff upstairs. I ring the staff upstairs and get the voicemail. I give up. Once I find out which and what I'll be able to report the problem to our IT service desk.
I decide to wait to be told.