If you’ve ever said, “I would rather die than walk downstairs”, you probably work for my company.
I went to collect a two-page letter from the print room, but when I arrived, there was no letter in evidence and the little ‘out of paper’ LED was blinking balefully at me. “Not a problem – “, thought I, “I shall refill the printer” and eagerly opened the storage cabinet. And what did I find? One solitary sheet. For crying out loud, ONE SHEET? The rule in the office is that if you use up the paper, you fetch more from the downstairs store. This may be great idea in theory, but in practice, the scenario I have just described is often the unhappy result. I normally don’t mind fetching paper from the store, but it chafes to have to do so under circumstances such as these.
No doubt the last person to fill the printer managed to convince themself that they hadn’t actually finished the paper, because there was still that sad, lonely, single sheet left in the cupboard. I’m willing to bet that the same person is responsible for putting the milk back in the fridge with mere dribble at the bottom of the bottle.
Your karmic debt is mounting, buddy. I have it on good authority that there’s a current shortage of souls for e-coli bacteria.