Some of you may remember a couple years back when I put the curse of all the Polish demons upon the head of the man who built my computer chair. Backstory: It is one of those pneumatic jobs and randomly drops a quarter inch at a time to my extreme annoyance.
Well, it has been a few years and I have crossed paths with many people in that time, mostly crossing pleasantly with a nod and smile. However I have just found another that I cannot avoid sending to the fieryest, itchiest, single-drop of water per second life spent in the evermore. It is the man who stuffed a shipping box (for frames) 8 x 8 x 56 full of 24 x 36 sheets of crumpled paper, and crumpled no more than two out of fifty sheets together.
As a residence business, I need to not only recycle, but must separate, flatten, and fold all those sheets.
I am not in a happy, forgiving frame of mind.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology