Imagine my surprise when I discovered yesterday there was such a thing as a staple remover. For years I've painstakingly plucked with my fingernails. But there's this little contraption with fearsome teeth that yoinks the staple out for you. Amazing. I found myself stapling random pieces of paper together, just so I'd have some staples to remove.
I had nine paper jams yesterday afternoon. I know the photocopier sees me coming and cackles to itself, Ahh ha ha, look at this amateur. That bloody machine has far too many orifices for paper to hide in.
As I dismantled and declogged, I thought of paper jams and how there's so really many types of paper jam. Like the pulpy kind you spread on your toast. It keeps you regular. Or when there's a whole bunch of tired notebooks and Post-Its™ driving home from work and the roads get all congested. Or when the ream of A4 calls up his old highschool buddy the legal pad and they get together with drums and guitars in their garage. Paper jam.