Office aggression

I had printed an eighty page report for a meeting for which I was now five minutes late.

I snatched the wad of paper from the print tray and ran to the giant electric stapler. I thrust the pile into the stapler’s maw and it dutifully whirred and chomped.

I tried to pull the report out — but the stapler stayed chomped. It grit its teeth and held on.

‘It’s eaten my paper!’ I wailed.

Two startled fellow office workers came over with their mugs of tea. The stapler, unable to bear the scrutiny, let go.

Now I was eight minutes late.

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