No Shred Of Intelligence

A lady pops her head into my office.

Coworker: “Where are the fax machines?”

Me: *Pointing* “Down the hall.”

I hear the sound of our shredder going. I assume she did what she needed and is getting rid of some personal stuff. After a bit, she pops back in.

Coworker: “Where does it get sent to?”

I haven’t yet put two and two together.

Me: “Wherever you put the address or number.”

Coworker: “Where do I do that?”

Me: “On the keypad.”

The puzzled look on her face is what makes it click.

Me: “You used the shredder, didn’t you?”

Coworker: “No, it was a fax machine.”

I walk out with her and point at the shredder.

Me: “Did you use that?”

Coworker: “Yes?”

Me: “That’s a shredder.”

She stood there wanting to cry. I could see it in her face. Apparently, those were very important documents that she needed to send out.