The Key

My office has 2 sets of keys to the ladies on our floor. About 2 weeks back, 1 set mysteriously disappeared.

I have an extremely small bladder which leads to me having to, well you know, frequently. So on numerous occasions when I wished to use the toilet, I found that I couldn't because someone else took the key. So that led to alot of cursing and swearing on my part, wishing for the destruction and total annihilation of the person who was holding on to the other set of keys.

Little did I know.

That same week, I was also doing alot of cursing due to the fact that I kept bumping into things, getting scratched by numerous objects, and dropping things on my foot! The week culminated in my dropping a box of files on myself, resulting in the mother of all bruises.

That evening, I went to a special screening of Mission Impossible after work and brought along the jacket that I normally leave behind in the office. Guess what I found when I slipped my fingers in my jacket pocket to warm them up? THE MISSING SET OF KEYS TO THE TOILET!

Damn.

The story continues.

This past week, the keys went missing again. I quickly checked my pocket but it wasn't there. The whole office was speculating that someone must have dropped it in the cistern or something like that.

I just found the keys in my other pocket. I only checked my right pocket the other time because I never use the left side! Now to figure out a way to slip the keys back without letting anyone else know!!!!