Where to begin with this one. Obviously it's a case of bad customer service. I bet the guy's like "Listen lady, I don't need your attitude. I'm way too hungover to listen to you complain about this photocopier. Just go have a doughnut and let me do my freakin' job". While she's all like "Listen mullet boy, I need to make a photocopy, and it's broken. Do you hear me?! Stop starring off in to space and get working!"

And then you realize that the only reason the photocopier lid is up is because otherwise, you wouldn't be able to tell what it is in the picture. And then you wonder what the lady in the background is doing, whether or not she's married, what she had for breakfast, whether she's found god and god's found her. And what's that half-swastika on the wall. I really want to know. For the love of god I want to know!