Ties and Shredders Don't Get Along. Really. Even Pashminas and Printers.

I have always acknowledged the fact that I am clumsy. No doubt about it. I get bruises and cuts and always wonder if a dwarf was secretly punching, pinching or scratching me just because it wants attention *random wild imagination, pardon meh*.

But aside from being clumsy, I also have this utak-sa-paa moments. Like the time my pashmina got caught at the printer and I was panicking because I almost thought I'd die of choking. Or if not by choking, death by falling off the window because our printer was placed on a cabinet with loose wheels near the glass window while moi is tangled with my stupid pashmina in the printer. Morbid, I know. Stupid, I know now. Hah! I always thought ties-getting-caught-in-shredders-stories are plain urban legends made up to scare the beejesus out of us. But when the printer incident happened, I suddenly realized: (1) I am stupid *top of mind, sorry* and (2) it happened to me and it can happen to you too! *double gasp with too much air inside your nose*.

After the pashmina-in-the-printer incident, I now check if I have dangling clothes pieces or loose thread. Who knows what that killer printer is up to next. *paranoid much*




The Killer Printer