By: DAVID RICE
To: FREDRIC RICE
I walked up to my cubicle here at work this morning, and I
found a group of people huddled in there, with worried,
frightened faces. They were from facilities, security, and
the mail room. One of them saw me comming and yelled "There
he is!" and they all looked up at me pensively. I briefly
considered making a run for it out the door.
They were examining my alarm clock, thinking it was a bomb.
It was softly, intermitintly beeping to itself, and the
antenna (thirty feet of unshielded twisted pair wire) was
draped across the span of two cubicles.
Eric, from facilities, asked me "What -IS- this thing?" and
the guys from security were eyeing me suspiciously. The
beeping got louder and more insistant while I just stood
there wondering how it was they have never seen an alarm
Not being one to answer a direct question, I said "What do
-YOU- think it is?"
The guy from the mail room asked, timidly, "Uh, is it a, um,
bomb?" and I laughed because I thought they were joking. I
reached over to the clock to turn the alarm off, and everyone
"Look!" I said, giving it a shake, "It's a clock! No one is
so damn stupid they'd think this is a bomb!" One of the
security people said "Then why did you leave a note?!?!?"
"Note? What note?"
Eric pointed to the piece of paper I had tucked under the
clock. It reads "Let me be your last mistake." This is the
title of a country-western song I'm writting, but they took
it to mean I was planting bombs.
Okay, so people =ARE= that damn stupid.
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