I was 23 and went to Office Max to buy myself a paper shredder. Apparently I had some very important documents that I needed to ensure did not end up in the wrong hands. Clandestine.
As I was pacing the aisle of shredders, knowing I didn’t want a cheap one that would quit working after 3 shreds but understanding that this didn’t need to be an investment piece, a very friendly employee approached me and asked if he could be of assistance.
I told him that I was looking for a middle-of-the-road paper shredder and he began knowledgeably walking me through the features of these mid-priced machines.
When we start getting into the mid-high priced shredders he says, “Now this one takes credit cards.”
Dubiously, I inquire further.
“You’re telling me this one takes credit cards?”
He confirms this indeed is the case.
I was like…
I was appalled. Angrily I ask, “So let me get this straight, I have to pay for this paper shredder now and then EVERY time I want to use it I have to pay a fee with a credit card?!?”
He stared at me blankly then barely smirked.
I gave him the side eye, and then it quickly hit me.
“Wait…OHHHH, you mean you can SHRED your credit card in this particular model?”
We both doubled over in laughter. I felt so stupid but it was WAY too funny to even be embarrassed. Both him and I were great sports about this extreme “blonde moment.”
I assured him that I would not need to be shredding any credit cards and I decided on the model that was one step down from that beast. I thanked him for his help and his great sense of humor.
I still have the same paper shredder and I have to admit, I chuckle a bit every time I use it. Turns out, it was an investment piece after all. #13andstillshredding
Happy Shreds To You,
Miss Sarah B.
Sarah Blackman © 2017