Note: I actually wrote this one a little while back, but never got around to posting it. Because posting has been and will be light this week because of this monstrosity, I thought I’d go ahead and post it.
Most of my coworkers went out to lunch today. I declined due to my anti-social tendencies. They weren’t gone but ten minutes before my cube neighbor Edgar’s wife showed up with a bunch of balloons and a gift.
Uh, oh… I thought.
Me: I think he went off to lunch.
She: That couldn’t be. I made him his lunch today.
I thought that I might be wrong, so I asked around the office. Everyone was pretty sure he went with the group. The receptionist and I assured her that this was a rare occasion and tried to laugh at all the luck, but she didn’t see much humor in it.
I called the one coworker that had a mobile phone on him, but got no answer. Afraid that they might take a long lunch, I went ahead and clocked out for lunch to track him down downtown, but they were gone by the time I got there.
She’d apparently decided to surprise him for their anniversary. The surprise came when he got back from lunch in a whole load of trouble.