That’s it!! I can’t take it anymore! I just pulled the 10th crumpled beyond recognition piece of paper out of the copy machine. First the sound…..we have all heard it…..as the paper tries to keep its promised destiny to hold important facts and figures, it’s met with squeaking wheels and gears. Sadly, now accordion folded and blackened by too much toner the paper’s destiny cruelly becomes the recycle bin and eventually…..toilet paper. Many of us have secretly plotted to push the machine down the stairs. Others still haven’t lost hope and carefully follow the detailed instructions on the tiny screen leading them to the offending document to free it from its hopeless trap. It’s hard to watch, but it’s not my place to dash the hopes of those who believe they will be the one….the one who fixes the machine. Alas, we succumb to the copier repairman. No doubt he’s become callous to hateful glances and sneers. Once again the repairman speaks of paper loads being too large, incorrect removal of jammed paper, cheap brands of paper and general misconduct of the machine’s users. Once again we make promises to respect the copier……at least until we hear “the sound”…… With a weary mind and toner stained hands I bid you farewell as I depart on my quest to push the copier down the stairs…….