No charge, no fuss, no trip to the post office. What really worries me, however, is the insistence of today's technowizards that soon we'll all have fax machines. A chicken in every pot, a fax in every family room. A nightmare, I'd say. All that beeping and swishing at odd hours.
Junk faxes spilling all over the carpet.
Spouses faxing each other the latest entries in their Day-Timers. I forgot my math homework. Before long, they'll have fax paper in decorator colors, or country floral prints, or rolls of fax paper with inspirational sayings in the margin. Girlfriend, I'm so low-tech, I didn't even own a color television until I married into one in 1986. My high-techie friends even have fax machines in their cars.