This afternoon I had to head over to the hospital for a brief appointment with one of my doctors. I was sitting waiting and faced a medium sized photocopier. Someone came to use it to make some copies. Suddenly many past moments of extreme unction came to my mind and I began to sweat. After a moment it jammed. She tried to clear it and failed. Someone else tried to clear it and continued to jam. More side doors and green levers were opened and examined and tiwsted and more pieces of paper came out, some snarled , some just innocent and blank. The copier continued to issue commands on its display panel. People did its bidding and the jamming persisted.
In my office past I would often get sucked into trying to clear jammed copierrs. I am not sure if some new maturity or indifference has taken over my soul but I had not the faintest urge to get into the healing of this evil copier. After another ten minutes one more brave soul gave it a shot and freed the copier from its state of jam. Really very entertaining, should be one of those reality TV shows.