“What is this machine you have made?” I asked him.
“A Mushroom Shredder” he replied.
“Why do you need to shred mushrooms? They are perfectly smooth to slice.” I asked.
“Oh yes they are, but they remind me of her.” he replied.
“Your ex?” I was curious.
“Yes, they remind me of her. Especially her toes – perfectly round at the top and shapely below. Just like button mushrooms.” he said as he started the machine.
“She would not be amused to hear this comparison.” I laughed.
“Not any more.” he replied, deftly switching on what seemed like a hundred switches.
“What an amusing way to take revenge? Shred mushrooms! What happened to shredding & burning love letters?” I joked.
“We live in a digital world.” he said, as a matter of fact.
“Of course we can’t shred or burn our i-Phones.” I agreed.
He nodded with a smile.
I touched the machine top and asked, “Does it really work?”
“Of course, it does.” he seemed to be offended.
“But I don’t see any mushrooms here.” I remarked.
“But we have toes…” he replied.