SouthernN'Proud
Southern Discomfort
So. I go to make some photocopies a minute ago.
The copier is out of paper.
No problem. Happens.
I turn to the supply shelf. There are three sheets of copier paper. Three.
Some inconsiderate dolt filled the tray, realized that a trip to the closet (ten feet away) would be in order, and left three sheets of paper. Three.
I recommend firing squad.
The copier is out of paper.
No problem. Happens.
I turn to the supply shelf. There are three sheets of copier paper. Three.
Some inconsiderate dolt filled the tray, realized that a trip to the closet (ten feet away) would be in order, and left three sheets of paper. Three.
I recommend firing squad.