Ahh, that thrill is back in my life! For the first time in weeks, since my old shredder, that measly 8-page + staples pile of sh*t, gave out at the peak of need during tax prep season, I am enjoying the tingle that goes with shredding documents. I feel like a veritable Ollie North. I should be doing this at midnight, in the dark, slipping the remains of tax season and credit card junk mail through the powerful maw of my new 12-page + paper clips(!) mailmate cross-cut chipper.