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."
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| 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.
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| THE ITEMS TO BE SHREDDED SIT ON THE FLOOR BELOW THE "SNACK TABLE." |
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| 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...
your cats are nice I would like to have only one of them it would be fun because
ReplyDeleteI have a clever and energetic dog>It would be a disaster at my apartment.
Gosia:
DeleteDudo would probably ride around on your dog's back.
I can SO relate to this! Tom's son, Peter, who lived with us for three years, is even worse about this sort of thing. A blue ceramic bowl -- one of a set -- disappeared early in his tenure, but he (like the Mission: Impossible secretary) disavowed any knowledge, etc. When he packed up his belongings and moved on to graduate school, the blue bowl resurfaced. I suspect it had been buried well beneath the deep layer of dirty clothes that covered the floor in his room. On the bright side, the carpet in there was almost as good as new, since his feet never touched the carpet after a couple of weeks of scattering clothes around, A lovely child (really, really hot!) and very neat and clean about his person. But not so much his living space. He had no trouble getting girls to join him in bed in there, so one can only assume ...
ReplyDeleteMichael:
DeleteWhen I met San Geraldo, he had just moved into a new apartment the week before. It was a mess, but I just chalked it up to having just moved in with no time to get organized. After 3 months, I knew better (but it didn't stop me from getting into bed).
Well I guess the Saint doesn't believe in the "3 second" rule (or however many seconds people use when they drop something on the floor but will pick it up and eat it).... I will say that because we live in a small motorhome I'd miss a couple of forks if they came up missing... but on the other hand, there isn't space to lose one in here anyway. Say, have you checked under the bed lately?
ReplyDeleteSharon:
DeleteOh, he believes in the 3-second rule. There apparently was just nothing good to be gotten from the forks. (I will NOT look under that bed.)
I have never associated snacking with shredding until now.
ReplyDeleteSpo:
DeleteIt's great for lettuce. (Use a cross-cut shredder for a "chop" salad.)
Maybe I should crawl under MY desk and see what's lurking there.
ReplyDeleteStephen:
DeleteJust leave it for Mrs. C.
This is sort of genetic, I think......And I'm a bit more like Jerri. So is my son. I have to work hard to notice what going on around me sometimes....And tear myself away from what I'm doing and dedicate time to picking up....I'm better than Andy, but hey, I'll be 70 my next birthday....When will I become that well organized person I dream of being?
ReplyDeleteMy two brothers have the same parents and upbringing and one is like me and the other almost pathologically tidy.
Kristi:
DeleteEveryone in my immediate family was/is usually neat -- on the surface. Things aligned. Mostly organized. But we all had/have at least one space (drawer/closet/cabinet) that's dangerous, if not impossible, to open. I think a psychiatrist would say that's the true self.
Okay... so.... I kept imagining something like a carrot shredder... well, okay, a grater, I guess... and was dumbfounded as to how a fork could have fallen off of something like that. :) Actually, though, the reality of the shredder in question being a paper shredder does not help me process this much better :;
ReplyDeleteJudy:
DeleteHow long do you think you'd survive living with the likes of San Geraldo?
My favorite moment of all on The Odd Couple: Felix enters Oscar's room making sure we can see what a tremendous and hazardous move this is for him. Oscar is somewhere in the bed covered with old clothes, newspapers, trash and cartons of Chinese food. Felix: "Why do you sleep with your food? Coyotes sleep with their food.
ReplyDeleteWill:
DeleteObviously, that could be a conversation with San Geraldo.
You and San Geraldo are geniuses. I hate using shredders for their intended purpose - the noise and fear of losing a fingernail or hand or something, it's all too much. But as a snack table? Perfect! Thanks, Mitchell and San Geraldo.
ReplyDeleteRobin:
DeleteI take absolutely no credit for the "snack shredder." All thanks go to San Geraldo. (And I wonder what YOUR office looks like!)
And the saga continues!!....lol Obviously this all works Mitchell as you two know each other so well and have been together for years. Can you just imagine what it would be like if he was as tidy as you? OK, did I hear 'PURE HEAVEN'!!
ReplyDeleteI am the 'tidier one' around here. I grew up in chaos as a child with kids running all over everything and everybody! Someone had to try to keep it all 'together'....ME! Still like tidy! Ron on the other hand had a mother who looked after EVERYTHING in the house and didn't want him to do a thing because he couldn't do it as well as she.
Oh couples! Gotta love em!
Jim:
DeleteI make myself sound a lot more fastidious than I am. I'd like to say I make San Geraldo much less fastidious... but I don't. Anyway, living with someone like me (or worse) would drive me even more crazy. At least San Geraldo makes me laugh (and gives me stories to tell).
I hear you, Mitchell.
DeleteI feel your pain.
ReplyDeleteLiterally.
Bob:
DeleteI figured you'd understand.
Yeah, I'm married to the Canadian version of Geraldo!!!!!
ReplyDeleteKnatolee:
DeleteI had no idea Gordon was a saint...