Just the fax, ma'am

When I had trouble sending a PDF attachment via email to my insurance agent a couple weeks ago, she suggested I fax it to her.

“What the what?” I said. “Who does that anymore? And what dinosaur operation actually has a fax machine on which to fax, heretofore?”

As it turns out, ahem, I do. When my rep suggested I fax her, my initial response was that I would have to go in search of a location to do so. Like Staples or the FedEx store. But as I glanced across my desk at my new-fangled printer display screen, I noticed for the first time in the nine months since I bought the damn thing that it has a gleaming “fax” icon, right next to “print” “scan” and “copy.”

Color me embarrassed. All I had to do was plug my phone line in the back of it and, BAM. Fax me up, Scotty.

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