Last weekend I purchased a paper shredder to shred some receipts, documents, etc. At $10, it seemed like the right thing to do. After christening her 'Sherry the Shredder' and 5 minutes of glorious shredding, Sherry died.And what did I discover was part of Sherry's glorious shredding tenure?
Definitely the receipt showing my purchase of Sherry the Shredder. Perfect.
(for the sake of irony, I wish the story ended here. It doesn't.
My roommate Dave suggested I unplug Sherry and let her cool down a bit. Sherry's one hot shredder! After about 10 minutes of cool-down I turned Sherry back on. And she worked!! My response was to yell 'SHERRY'S ALIVE!!!' and give Dave a double high-five.
It was the biggest high-five Dave has ever received, which has more to say about the ferociousness of my high five and not the quality of high-five Dave has thus received.)
6 comments:
"High-ten" just doesn't get the love it deserves.
A well delivered laugh, sir.
I wish i could have been there to share in that roomie celebration *sniff* i'll see you guys soon enough. woo!
ha! that is an ironic and awesome story. plus i like that you named your shredder. it's endearing.
Remember when we were sitting on the couch today, and I read this blog, and asked, "Did you mean a double high-five, like high-five twice? Or a high-ten?" And you told me, "High-ten"?
I liked that we were sitting in the same town, in the same room, on the same couch, together, for that moment.
Shut up. That is awesome. I like the fact that Graham used the word 'high ten' in a sentence at all.
Sarah
So...has your blog tracker gotten multiple hits in the last few hours? I'd say you're famous.
"i'll sail upon the dogstar..."
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