Malformed spam-fax ignites bomb panic at Boston bank

OK. Because that whole Mike Figgis terror scare story was bogus, I feel like I owe you at least one true life internet terror funny. This one's better, too, 'cause it's Boston. Cue Keystone Kops music. Aaaaand, snip:
In a scene reminiscent of the Cartoon Network bomb scare that paralyzed the Boston area in January, police shut down a strip mall yesterday in this small western suburb after employees at a Bank of America branch mistook a botched fax for a bomb threat.Link (thanks, alxrosen)Frustrated shop owners said the branch overreacted to the strange fax, which turned out to be an in-house marketing document sent by the bank's corporate office.
"The women at the bank should have handled it a little better," said Nick Markos, owner of Townhouse Pizza and Roast Beef, who estimated that he had lost $1,000 to $1,200 because of the lunch-hour evacuation. "She blew it all out of proportion, and all of us business owners had to pay for it."
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You know you have to be careful with this kind of thing in general. Security of faxes has become an issue when organizations are deciding whether to go all-email or keep faxes, and legal requirements actually have a role in the decision. When you're using a free fax service like http://faxfiend.com you need to make sure your file is compatible and there aren't any macros which can result in just this kind of behavior. I have had to send a fax multiple times before through services which weren't fully compatible.
I have an idea; need a fax machine that uses toner though: load a toner cartridge with a chemical that is highly reactive. Fax a sheet of black paper to the target machine. When the chemical-impregnated toner prints out on a blank sheet over a wide surface area (enough to oxidize rapidly)viola! instant fire. Send it when no one is there.
May I mention that this incident happened in the town in which I grew up.
you're Bostonese?
Twenty five miles from, but in those days, even five miles was a huge journey. It was a lot like the Shire. And I don't mean Buckland.