Oops, there goes my career.
A young ensign is working late at the Pentagon one evening. As he
clocks out of his office at about 8 P.M. he sees the Admiral standing
by the classified document shredder in the hallway, a piece of paper in
“Do you know how to work this thing?” the Admiral asks. “My
secretary’s gone home and I don’t know how to run it.”
“Yes, sir,” says the young ensign, who turns on the machine, takes
the paper from the Admiral, and feeds it in.
“Thanks,” says the Admiral, “I just need one copy…”