Goodbye Fax Machine

Goodbye Fax machine. You’ve been a great friend over the years. Remember that time when we waited for that signed contract to come through? Or when I sent that NSFW joke to the wrong number? Or how about the time when you kept jamming when a client was sending edits right up until deadline? Oh, the times we had! Good times. It’s been a good run, but you and I know it’s time to move on. Sure, I’m not going to get offers for free vacations to Mexico, or Reno, and I’m probably going to miss out on sweet deals to have my roof repaired or my gutters cleaned, but we should end it now. While we’re still friends. No! Don’t say that. It’s not you, it’s me. Goodbye old friend. End Transmission.