Wanted Dead or Alive
So just the other day I’ve been accused of stealing two bars of chocolate. And that’s a huge freaking first for me.
Ok, maybe not directly accused, like you-stole-the-damn-thing accused, but, generally, this is what it boils down to.
The work day was over and I was about to head home. However, there was one thing I needed to discuss with my boss. Four people were present in the room, my boss, two of my colleagues, and me.
I asked, she answered - not really relevant for the story.
And then she broke the news - two bars of chocolate had gone missing before Easter. Kaboom!
The reasons why she felt like sharing the gut-wrenching information remain unknown to me. Was she trying to nip the problem in the bud? Was she hoping for restoration of stolen goods? Was she trying to make us admit to our filthy deed? Or was she just playing a mentalist checking our reactions and examining our body language?
There were also mild threats spoken in a half-joking fashion. Seriously, the vision of punishment. The collective responsibility thing.
First of all,
WHO THE HELL STEALS BARS OF CHOCOLATE?!
That being said,
WHO THE HELL STEALS BARS OF CHOCOLATE FROM THE PLACE THEY WORK IN?!
And finally,
WHO THE HELL MAKES A SEARCH ACTION FOR MISSING BARS OF CHOCOLATE?!
Apparently, they were big, so maybe that makes it understandable. IDK
Today I received an email asking for any information I might possess about the heinous theft. Apparently, the search will not cease until the case is solved. I still can’t quite decide whether I’m more amused or embarrassed by the whole thing
On the bright side, after I came back home and shared the story, the hubs looked at me sternly and asked in a serious voice.
The hubs: “Did you come clean?”
J (waving a hand): “Nah, not really my style, you know.”
The hubs: “Good. If they catch you red-handed, always say they’re not your hands. Remember.”
Ok, maybe not directly accused, like you-stole-the-damn-thing accused, but, generally, this is what it boils down to.
The work day was over and I was about to head home. However, there was one thing I needed to discuss with my boss. Four people were present in the room, my boss, two of my colleagues, and me.
I asked, she answered - not really relevant for the story.
And then she broke the news - two bars of chocolate had gone missing before Easter. Kaboom!
The reasons why she felt like sharing the gut-wrenching information remain unknown to me. Was she trying to nip the problem in the bud? Was she hoping for restoration of stolen goods? Was she trying to make us admit to our filthy deed? Or was she just playing a mentalist checking our reactions and examining our body language?
There were also mild threats spoken in a half-joking fashion. Seriously, the vision of punishment. The collective responsibility thing.
First of all,
WHO THE HELL STEALS BARS OF CHOCOLATE?!
That being said,
WHO THE HELL STEALS BARS OF CHOCOLATE FROM THE PLACE THEY WORK IN?!
And finally,
WHO THE HELL MAKES A SEARCH ACTION FOR MISSING BARS OF CHOCOLATE?!
Apparently, they were big, so maybe that makes it understandable. IDK
Today I received an email asking for any information I might possess about the heinous theft. Apparently, the search will not cease until the case is solved. I still can’t quite decide whether I’m more amused or embarrassed by the whole thing
On the bright side, after I came back home and shared the story, the hubs looked at me sternly and asked in a serious voice.
The hubs: “Did you come clean?”
J (waving a hand): “Nah, not really my style, you know.”
The hubs: “Good. If they catch you red-handed, always say they’re not your hands. Remember.”