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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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This is hands down one of the best work theft/co-workers stories I've ever read. Good good stuff. I can't wait to share it with my husband.
Years ago when we were first married, we had a mixed breed collie named Gypsy. She was the best smartest dog I've ever known, and she rarely bothered anything. Except paper napkins, paper towels, etc. Hubby would leave for work, she would pout because he was gone, stick her nose in the trash, find some paper, and shred it all over the floor.
One morning he set a mousetrap under some wadded paper towels, and stood outside the door after he pulled it shut. He heard the snap, heard Gypsy run across the wood floor, came back in, and she was lying in the living room like nothing had happened.
She never tore up any paper again. This didn't hurt her btw. Best dog ever. Over 100 pounds, adults were terrified of her, kids would hug and tackle her. She would turn tree limbs into sawdust in the yard when she got bored.