Last week, my friend and fellow cube-dweller Clinical Research Girl played a practical joke on her boss, Captain No Jeans on Casual Friday, and hid his keys. The Captain prides himself on NEVER losing track of his belongings, so this was a hysterical move by Clinical Research Girl.
Except that Clincal Research Girl FORGOT about her prank. At the end of the day she gave a jaunty wave to The Captain, left the office, and boarded a plane for a business trip to one of those frozen tundra states that doesn't have Starbucks. The keys remained in her desk.
Approximately one half-hour later, The Captain, panicked by the unprecedented loss of access to his car, his house, and quite possibly his mind, did what any of us would do in that situation. He called upstairs to the Corporate Vice President and asked for a ride home. Perhaps you have to know the players, but that is funny stuff.
I'm told that eventually, through a series of phone calls involving building maintenance, the Department of Homeland Security, the Cambridge Parks & Recreation Department, and Mrs. Captain's Great Uncle Abner (who was called in to take care of the kids), The Captain finally reached his assistant Post-It Girl, who saved the day with her in-depth knowlege of Clinical Research Girl's forgotten scheme.
Honestly, we haven't had this much fun here in cubetown since The Captain walked into his office door and gave himself a black eye.