Office warfare
"Missing something?" My co-worker's sly smile betrayed his involvement with my missing laptop.
"Yes I am," I responded coyly, " are you?"
The smile disappeared from his face as his eyes darted across his desk looking for any sign of missing property.
"Oh, my bag," he let out a sigh of relief, "there's nothing in it, I don't care."
"Well then," I paused to take a sip of my water and turned back to face my desktop monitor, "I guess it's a good thing that that's the only thing missing."
Panic once again overcame him as he resumed scanning his workstation for any missing items.
"Ah crap, my keys!" he exclaimed.
I turned around triumphantly and smiled. Mind games are fun.
"So shall we trade?" I asked, knowing full well that he'd never find his keys. He stubbornly looked around for five minutes before finally giving in.
We did the exchange, laptop for bag and keys, hostage-style. I immediately secured the laptop lock that I had, for the very first time, forgotten to attach previously.
"Now that that's over with," I smiled, "how are you planning on listening to music today?"
He paused and looked at me quizically. Slowly, he turned to look at his desk.
"Oh come on, my headphones too?"
