Captain’s log 2510
The final frontier has been breached and there is nothing anyone can do… Scotty can be heard shouting from the engine room, ‘you cannae push her any faster’… but did they listen?
The sweet tones of Uhura points out the obvious, ‘negative cap’in!’
Things have been a bit frantic around the office and it would seem that the offices' calm exterior has been breached. After another busy day down at the ranch I left the office with a file tucked underneath my arm. With a casual glance over my shoulder I stepped out the front door of the office Building ready for a nonchalant saunter along the cars to my own. Where in my minds eye I had already jumped inside and was melting into the comfort of the seat, when it happened.
A slight tip of my elbow and swoosh!
GLADIATORS READY? CONTENDER READY?
The loose content of the file which had, until that moment been perfectly balanced, emptied onto the street! EEK, you know those days where the wind is calm and the cloud is free from the promise of rain? Well it wasn't exactly like that. And having been released from the confines of a lever arch file... the papers started a marathon sprint for freedom!. No time for Mel Gibson's blue battle faces. It was me and those pesky papers in a duel of wits and reactions.
I was confident, right up until the point when my briefcase joined in! The traitor! It wrapped its handles around my right arm so tightly that I felt like I was being restrained by Mr. Tickle! Where did all this handle length come from!?
So there I was rooting around the gravel like a pig snuffling in potato peelings when suddenly the wind blew! The car park explodes into a veritable maelstrom of A4 paper, with me in the middle of it, arms windmilling at incredible speeds! Did I make it in time? Alas no, despite valiant effort is in vain. Some of the paper escapes...
At that moment it occurred to me how many windows the front of the office actually has. Such viewing potential that I'd never even noticed before. Oh the shame, the shame of it all!
I was confident, right up until the point when my briefcase joined in! The traitor! It wrapped its handles around my right arm so tightly that I felt like I was being restrained by Mr. Tickle! Where did all this handle length come from!?
So there I was rooting around the gravel like a pig snuffling in potato peelings when suddenly the wind blew! The car park explodes into a veritable maelstrom of A4 paper, with me in the middle of it, arms windmilling at incredible speeds! Did I make it in time? Alas no, despite valiant effort is in vain. Some of the paper escapes...
At that moment it occurred to me how many windows the front of the office actually has. Such viewing potential that I'd never even noticed before. Oh the shame, the shame of it all!
As a mark of revenge tomorrow I will mostly be shredding paper… and I'm going to set my laser printer to stun….
