All In a Day's Work 4

Toward the end of the day, assistant manager Josh* came in my office to shred some confidential documents. Before long, the shredder sounded like when you slow down a record on a turntable (my god that's a dated reference). I thought, "Uh oh, he's killing it."

Typical man, eager to shove a thick stack in a narrow slit.

To up the hilarity, he started struggling with it à la tug-o-war, going, "Eat it! Eat it!"

I almost lost it and burst out laughing - biting my lip didn't work. I had to leave the room.


*Not his real name