Originally Posted by Hitch
It was one of those moments. I probably oughtn't have done it. If I'd worked for a major at the time, HR would no dbout have been all over my @ss. But I did, and I didn't, thank God. The really hilarious part, I thought, was that for DAYS afterwards, all over the office, you'd suddenly hear CRACK!--the sound of traps going off, followed by smothered giggles and snorts.
I suspect that my stalwarts, my fellow workers, all raced out and got mousetraps, and started snapping them whenever so-and-so was in the vicinity. It was like the early warning system. I know that the next 5-10 times I saw him striding around the office, his face was PURPLE. I mean, PURPLE. He obviously didn't think it was very funny. I mean, sure, his hand hurt like hell (no, no, it wasn't actually broken, just banged to sh*t), but his pride was significantly more damaged.
But, curiously enough, bizarre coincidence that it was, I never had another thing stolen, in all the years that I still worked out of that office, whether I was contracting full time or just an hour here or there.
You simply can't be too cautious and careful, around vermin. You know how they breed.
Hitch
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