OUT TO GET ME

I am pretty sure the copy machine at work hates me. It seems to know that I waited to do my copies this morning rather than stay late on Friday. It's paying me back. I'm almost positive I heard it whisper, "I'll fix your little red wagon! I'll create so many misfeeds, you won't know which copy orfice to look into to fix them!" Then there was the faintest hint of an evil laugh ...

Yep, it hates me ...