He looked shock and mumbled something about beeping. I realized he was flustered so grabbed a chair, climbed up, and pulled the first ceiling tile, grabbing the first bug, then tossed it on his desk.
Then I went and pulled the second one. "THERE WERE TWO OF THEM?"
"Everyone here was a part of it."
"All of these people?"
"And your boss. And our boss. And $HR_PERSON."
"Yep, and proud of it."
The women were laughing hysterically. The guys were standing there smiling.
He calmed himself and finally cracked a smile. "Good one. I'll be paying you back."
"I'm counting on it. And it better be better than the stale pizza in the cabinet routine you pulled on Destro last year."
"Oh, it will be, trust me."
Then he asked how we all managed to not laugh through the entire week of this. We all shared stories of running down the hall to avoid cracking up. Good times.
See, all's well. But he did say it was driving him nuts all week long. Objective: met.
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