The Great Office Caper
Crème de la crème
It was Friday. A cup of good, strong coffee was needed to celebrate. I waited for the Keurig to finish. Ah, but this was too sweet. All week, I’d been able to pilfer my coworker’s cream. After all, it was just cream and not the crown jewels.
I was still alone, but I moved like the Pink Panther to the fridge and swung the door wide. Glancing covertly about to ensure my solitude, I grabbed the creamer and poured a good measure in my cup. Leaning against the closed fridge, I smiled like a Cheshire cat. Another well-executed heist. The creamer did feel almost empty, but the heifer never used it. Besides, this game was fun, and I was winning.
Stirring the coffee, I headed back to my cubicle. Best to be working hard (as if) when the others arrived. Seated, I inhaled the rich brew. There was nothing like an aromatic cup of java to start your day – one with cream that is. I lifted the mug, took a large swallow, and choked. I sputtered and coffee went everywhere. The taste of something decidedly nasty enveloped every orifice of my head.
The game was over. The heifer had won.
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Cindy Calder
From Charleston SC - "I am still learning." Michelangelo
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Comments (1)
A fitting conclusion to the most heinous of crimes! 🤣