Dear moronic faxers

If your repeated attempts to fax over the course of several days come to naught, you might consider the possibility that you are not in fact connecting to another fax machine but something more like, oh, my cell phone. And my voicemail. And occasionally my ear, into which your horrid fax machine makes that screeching noise when I’m unwary enough to pick up the phone. I especially love it when the fax machine’s number is blocked, so I can’t even have the petty satisfaction of fax-bombing them with 100 copies of a document that says “This is not a fax machine, moron”.