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A local bank recently sponsored a document shredding event at an area junior college. I took advantage of this opportunity because I needed to destroy several bags of bank statements, cancelled checks, etc. Instead of using my car, I decided to place the material in the trunk of my Burgman 650 Executive. To accommodate the load, I removed my tool kit, helmet, GPS case, and other stuff. This permitted me to place four large bags of documents under the seat. Although this material exceeded the compartment's approved weight limit, I decided to take the risk because I was only traveling about 10 miles to the college.
When I got there, I discovered a line of cars stretching at least a mile. Nonetheless, I pulled behind the last car in line and inched toward the shredder machines. Many county police were on hand to control traffic. A half dozen officers stopped me along the way, each advising that I was in the wrong line because "this line is for document shredding." I politely told them that I indeed had a large number of documents to shred."
Next, I encountered several people hired by the bank that also told me that I was in the wrong line. I told these folks the same thing that I had said to the police. As I neared the shredders, one more person told me that "I must be in the wrong line because this line is for people wanting to shred documents." As I had done countless time before, I explained once more that I was carrying material to be shredded. The woman looked surprised and said that she had worked at similar events during the past four years and I was the first person who ever arrived on a motorcycle.
It was finally my turn to surrender my documents. I popped the seat and handed four heavy bags of documents to a very surprised attendant. I think I carried twice as many documents to this event as most cars carried. At the same time, I used far less gasoline than the smallest car.
When I got there, I discovered a line of cars stretching at least a mile. Nonetheless, I pulled behind the last car in line and inched toward the shredder machines. Many county police were on hand to control traffic. A half dozen officers stopped me along the way, each advising that I was in the wrong line because "this line is for document shredding." I politely told them that I indeed had a large number of documents to shred."
Next, I encountered several people hired by the bank that also told me that I was in the wrong line. I told these folks the same thing that I had said to the police. As I neared the shredders, one more person told me that "I must be in the wrong line because this line is for people wanting to shred documents." As I had done countless time before, I explained once more that I was carrying material to be shredded. The woman looked surprised and said that she had worked at similar events during the past four years and I was the first person who ever arrived on a motorcycle.
It was finally my turn to surrender my documents. I popped the seat and handed four heavy bags of documents to a very surprised attendant. I think I carried twice as many documents to this event as most cars carried. At the same time, I used far less gasoline than the smallest car.
