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The Universe Strikes Again
It's still after me.
First I order a salad from the restaurant across the street. Looks fine...until I get a forkful of twist-tie in it. Followed shortly thereafter by a couple of fruit flies. Exit one lunch.
Then I go to plug in the paper folding gadget. When I push in the plug, sparks shoot out of the machine from all sides. (Miraculously, I am barely singed, but I may have wet myself). That's the end of the machine. And now me and the arthritic hand get to hand fold 200 papers.
Somebody doesn't like me...
First I order a salad from the restaurant across the street. Looks fine...until I get a forkful of twist-tie in it. Followed shortly thereafter by a couple of fruit flies. Exit one lunch.
Then I go to plug in the paper folding gadget. When I push in the plug, sparks shoot out of the machine from all sides. (Miraculously, I am barely singed, but I may have wet myself). That's the end of the machine. And now me and the arthritic hand get to hand fold 200 papers.
Somebody doesn't like me...