Will Work for Slurpee
It was noon. Just as I was about to enter the kitchen in our second-floor office building, Steve, a coworker with keys in-hand saunters by and says that magic word to me, "Slurpee?" "Yes!" I said and I gave him money - and an extra quarter for his trouble. He came back with a Slurpee for me and one for my manager. Because she wasn't at her desk, he put it in the freezer for safekeeping. I went back to my desk and was gabbing on the phone to my boyfriend when I saw my manager, out of the corner of my eye, enter and leave my cubicle. Then I saw her come down the hall and turn around at my cubicle and leave. I got off the phone and checked my e-mail, one from her which read: "Susan and I went to lunch and passed the 7-11. We decided to grab a Slurpee for each of us, one for the boss and to get you one as well. I went to your desk and saw that you had one already, so I went to give it to Steve when I saw that there was one on his desk, too. Then I checked my voice mail and found out that Steve had left one in the freezer for me! I have two extra Slurpees!!"

I thought we should have auctioned them off, but she gave them away, to two less-than-deserving coworkers. (Our staff meeting was quite colorful - and kind of interesting with 7 contorted brain-freezed faces in the room.)

Holly (nyugaguy@erols.com)