Every so often, we get someone who needs to send a fax.
I got careless with the office supplies and ran out of fax machine paper.
No, it doesn't use the cut-sheet paper. It needs the old thermal rolls.
So I ended up loading the machine with pancakes.
That's right. Rolled-up pancakes.
I didn't expect to get a fax all day, and the office supply store was going to deliver another roll tomorrow, but I heard the phone ring and that telltale fax sound.
It printed, and I picked up the pancake.
They faxed a photo of butter and syrup.
