on our way to a paperless office...

Every DAY, during an unrecorded minute in an undisclosed location, the passenger window of the sports car's smashed; the computer printer lies inert in the back seat, the filing cabinet at rest in the dark-green hearse parked ahead of it...

gag reflex

Every DAY around seven p.m., he puts an empty carton at the curb for pick-up marked:

Disposable Tongue
Depressors

Sight gag? On-sight gag? OK, maybe it's just me...