The stack was thick, bound by a rubber band that had grown brittle and snapped the moment he touched it. He picked up the top one. It was a picture of a lake. Two fishing rods leaning against a dock. Two empty chairs.
He scrolled past the sponsored ads for shredder oil (lubricant sheets, $12.99 for a pack of 12) and found the forums. The advice was grim. *“You have to take the screws out of the back.” *“Don’t force it. The gears are plastic. They strip.” *“Mine jammed on a staple. A single staple. Now it’s a doorstop.” amazon paper shredder jammed