When I retrieved the fork yesterday afternoon, San Geraldo noted, "Oh, there are two under my desk somewhere."
"What?" I asked incredulously.
"Yeah, they fell off the shredder but I didn't feel like crawling under my desk to find them."
|DUDO: "DON'T LOOK AT ME. I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH IT."|
"When did this happen," I wanted to know.
"Oh, only in the past week or so."
Well, that's reassuring.
The shredder doubles as San Geraldo's snack table (because there's never any clear space on his large desk). That "snack table" then serves as a holding place for the recycling and dirty dishes, which usually remain there until I go on patrol and take them to the kitchen.
|THE ITEMS TO BE SHREDDED SIT ON THE FLOOR BELOW THE "SNACK TABLE."|
|THE SHREDDER'S CAPACITY: "MAX. 7 SHEETS."|
IT HANDLES SIGNIFICANTLY MORE IN PLASTIC, STAINLESS, AND CERAMIC.
As I stared at him, unable to hide my shock, San Geraldo assured me he would look for those two forks ... "if we should run short one day."
It just gets better every minute, doesn't it?!?
So, I crawled around under the desk myself and managed to find one fork. I then gave up in disgust.
I'm not as fastidious as Felix Unger. San Geraldo doesn't smoke cigars like Oscar Madison. And yet, the music just keeps playing in my head...