For years, I smugly prided myself as a non-fax machine person. I felt it beneath my dignity to own such a technical contraption. The quill is more my style than a computer but, being practical, I reluctantly use a computer, casting wistful glances at dust gathering on my quill.
Unfortunately, in world in which we live, it is necessary to fax some letters or documents to someone in some odd part of world. I don't like it, but that's just way it is.
On rare occasion when I must fax some document at an office supply store, I usually sneak in back way. It has been my experience, when fax man seeth me cometh, he always raises price per page. This is just a small service he does for Yours Truly.
Then, when paying for this service, fax man usually says with an impish grin, "When are you going to get a fax machine of your own?"
I always flash a smile back at him, but if he knew thoughts in my head, he would charge me more per page. Silence truly is golden, especially for person exercising virtue.
Actually, I don't trust machines. I know a mind somewhere is controlling all of these machines ó a menacing, mischievous mind dedicated to simple task of messing up my life.
When I eventually break down and buy a fax machine someone will invent something to replace it and I'll have another antique on my hands to put alongside of my Underwood typewriter and boxes of 8-track tapes.
This notwithstanding, I ended up buying a fax machine several weeks ago. I didn't want to, but I had no choice in matter.
My printer finally went way of all printers. I hated to see it go. The left side was cracked where Noah, original owner, dropped it. For years, it served me quite well. My next printer will have a big ink cartridge to fill.
I hate buying replacement equipment. Rarely is new any better than old, just more expensive, not to mention complicated. But, necessity is stepmother of all complications in life, and I set out to buy a new printer.
I resolutely did not want to buy a fax machine. Under no circumstance did I want to buy a fax machine. Therefore, I ended up buying a fax machine.
It is impossible to buy a printer anymore. In order to buy a printer you must
buy a machine that prints/copies/scans/faxes. I think it's a pretty sneaky way to get me to buy a fax machine. Someone "out there" is set on me owning a fax machine even though I don't want to own one.
This new machine does everything but vacuum interior of my car. But it was cheapest machine I could find.