Once upon a time, Bob attempted to send a report, but alas! His email vanished into the void. IT Department shrugged, citing WiFi ghosts.
In the land of SMS, Sarah texted "lets meet at 5" but the autocorrect dragon insisted on "let's beat the fish". So, they did.
Every morning, John found his inbox infested with messages from "Nigerian Prince" and "Viagra Supplier". Bouncing emails became John's new hobby.