That Must’ve Been A Fun Followup Call

My dad is a computer programmer. He works in Montreal, but the clients of the company he works for are mainly in the USA.

One day, he gets a call from a client in New York.

Client: “I need access to a file that’s saved on a floppy disk, but the file seems to be corrupted. I can’t open it.”

Dad: “Send me a copy of the disk.”

He expected a physical disk to show up by messenger within a day or so.

But no, in came a fax: a cover page and two photocopies… of the front and back of the disk.