Spring loaded stamp attack

Out of the radiator box and straight up the wooden counter leg! Right on the polished wood sat a heavy self-inking rubber address stamp with its clear plastic base perched over an open ledger! Red handle, primed spring! Zero hesitation—I sprinted along the page, launched into the air, and stomped both heels straight down onto the red knob! KER-CHUNK! The internal swivel mechanism flipped down with an electric clack, slamming the inked rubber pad flat against the paper! The violent spring kickback popped straight up, launching me into a wild backwards somersault over a row of receipt spikes until I landed upright on a soft stack of padded mailers! First leap of the morning, nailed!