<< Eulogy | Main | Aimless >> March 01, 2005 >> Facsimile I press the button. Click click click, goes the fax. It tastes the paper, spits it out disdainfully for a second or two - just long enough to constitute a taunt - and finally swallows each sheet with a whirring sound. The fax machine doesn't seem very impressed. It is hauty and prideful. BEEP BOOP BEEP BEEP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Now dialing... boop. boop. boop. Redialing. "Maybe the machine at the other end is busy," a Kinko-clad employee suggests. "Maybe it's out of paper. It could be any number of things." I nod thoughtfully. Maybe the machine at the other end is a slut. Posted by Chris at 05:02 PM >> Commentations (3)
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