And While We’re On The Subject

Still on the subject of kids today. Well, one kid in particular: San Geraldo, who doesn’t really understand all the fuss about the fork he “found” on the floor (see the previous post).

When I retrieved the fork yesterday afternoon, San Geraldo noted, “Oh, there are two under my desk somewhere.”

“What?” I asked incredulously.

“Yeah, they fell off the shredder but I didn’t feel like crawling under my desk to find them.”

DUDO:  “DON’T LOOK AT ME.  I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH IT.”

“When did this happen,” I wanted to know.

“Oh, only in the past week or so.”

Well, that’s reassuring.

The shredder doubles as San Geraldo’s snack table (because there’s never any clear space on his large desk). That “snack table” then serves as a holding place for the recycling and dirty dishes, which usually remain there until I go on patrol and take them to the kitchen.

THE ITEMS TO BE SHREDDED SIT ON THE FLOOR BELOW THE “SNACK TABLE.”
THE SHREDDER’S CAPACITY:  “MAX. 7 SHEETS.”
IT HANDLES SIGNIFICANTLY MORE  IN PLASTIC, STAINLESS, AND CERAMIC.

As I stared at him, unable to hide my shock, San Geraldo assured me he would look for those two forks … “if we should run short one day.”

It just gets better every minute, doesn’t it?!?

So, I crawled around under the desk myself and managed to find one fork. I then gave up in disgust.

I’m not as fastidious as Felix Unger. San Geraldo doesn’t smoke cigars like Oscar Madison. And yet, the music just keeps playing in my head…

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

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