Wednesday, March 3, 2010

C is for Criminal

Guillermo stops by my desk to have me sign for a package. All packages are usually just office supplies I recently ordered. Instead of signing, I take out the scissors and say, "You never get to enjoy this part. I don't want you to miss this! What could it be?" (totally expecting to open a stapler or laptop battery or whatever someone just had me order). I open the box, and it's a tin of cookies.

"Cookies? I didn't order no cookies." I look at the name on the box. It's not for me. It's for some higher-up on my team. Moops. He laughs, shrugs, gets his signature and leaves. Meanwhile I have to explain why I opened someones cookie gift.


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