“Alfred!” I yelped as the air filled with papers. “No flapping in the copy room!” “Sorry! I needed to stretch! I had a cramp!” He grabbed at the papers, trying to rectify the situation. I did the same, though I knew it was futile. “Those were alphabetized… The meetings starts in five minutes! I do not need this today!” “I’m sorry,” he said again, crumpling the edges of the completely mixed-up report as he shoved the pages into a stack. “You could’ve used a stapler though!” “It’s jammed. Someone decided to use it to make a bouquet of their shed feathers!”