Last night while disposing of old checks to an account I closed I killed my shredder. It made the most horrible noise, a cross between bad brakes and a lion roar and wouldn't go any more. That shredder had been with me for over two years. It faithfully ate everything I fed it and happily growled for more. I killed it by over feeding it.
Now it sits in the trash can to be recycled. It was a good and faithful friend who destroyed my mistakes and obliterated my junk mail.
It will be missed.
May it rest in peace in the Summerland of Office Supplies.
ReplyDeleteRIP Sir Shreddalot.
ReplyDeleteMaybe I'll get an industrial one for Yule. Then I could shred EVERYTHING! That would be great!
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