srsly?

When I started working in an office, the copiers I used would be considered archaic by many; not quite a Gutenberg or a hand crank ditto machine (which I believe were phased out sometime in my middle school days… I must look up to see how the figures play out for the number of kids who loved “new ditto” smell and how many are now coping with mental problems).
Less to say, copiers have com QUITE a long way.
The fancy one we have here double-sides and colors and emails!  Huzzah.
It also gets jammed.
However, due to fantastic advances in technology, it has a screen with a diagram that can show you where a jam has occurred.  It’s a beautiful thing really.
Nemmie is at the copier which is directly across from my desk, so I can see and hear the copier and/or any beeping or jamming.  They feed some papers in, it jams and Nemmie stares at it.  Opens a door on the side.  Stares.  Looks at the screen.  Looks back towards the door.  Hands on hips.  Looks at screen.
This continues for a while and due to my masochistic nature, I like watching people squirm.
Finally, they ask for help.
I walk over, look at the screen.  “Open duplex door.  Lift green lever and remove paper.”  AND, right there, there’s a picture showing the duplex door… opening…  and of course, they’re standing right in front of the door, reading over my shoulder (a big no-no) as if my Super Administrative Assistant Powers and Ovaltine Decoder Ring would decipher the cryptic message on the screen.
I open the duplex door.  Lift the green lever.  Remove two sheets of paper.  Close the door.  The error clears.
ALLELUIA, IT’S A MIRACLE.
After the jam has been clear, Nemmie thanks me, I welcome back and sit at my desk.
No less then three jams and clears later, they settle for single side copies.

I am a super hero.