Original
It’s always a bit unnerving to be handed a folder with the word “original” written on the cover.
“Do you want me to make copies?” She asked.
“No, I’ll just be careful,” I said, mostly because I didn’t want to bother her.
Now I’m stuck with the original 21 pieces of glossy, printed paper, full of neat columns that contain words I’d have to go to med-school to understand. I’d rather not even touch them for fear the oil on my fingertips will leave nasty smudge marks. Oh well, I guess I’ll just refill the cup of coffee sitting perilously on the edge of my desk, and then get to work reading.
