Jasmine Stapleton worked in Classified Document Disposal for twenty years. Everyone feared her famous temper.
No one dared touch her cup of used staples.
The new boss Jeb MacIntosh, feared no one. He smirked, “Hey Jasmine. We’re going to play basketball. Want to join?”
Courting disaster, he sifted through the staple cup.
“I don’t play basketball,” grated Jasmine, her traditional Nigerian garb rustling.
“Oh? I thought all you people did.”
Witnesses swear they saw storm clouds swirling.
“The last boss that said something like that had an accident,” growled Jasmine.
“Yeah. Doctors surgically removed those staples from his colon.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2017/07/05/7-july-2017/