Kevin stared at the printer, its red light blinking like a dying heart. He’d tried everything—rebooting, poking the paper tray, even whispering encouragement. Nothing worked. Then he spotted the error message: “Paper jam.” He opened the back, only to find a giant paper airplane soaring through the air, crashing into his forehead. The plane had a note: “Stop trying to fix me, Kevin. I’m retired.”
