Yesterday I discovered a mysterious package on my desk at work. It contained two bookends of a feline fashion. My name was on the bag with instructions to “Enjoy!”
I spent the day pondering who would have put them there, and thought I had it figured out. I didn’t know if I should keep them since I wasn’t sure why I was given them, so I wrote a note to this person explaining my reluctance.
This morning she asked me why I wrote that note. She denied having anything to do with this surprise and another co-worker said they came in delivery with my name on the bag. There’s no reason to believe they’re both lying, so it’s left me with no choice but to hang onto them.
As to which books deserve to be between them, there seems to be too much choice around here. More thinking will be required…
One Minion's Opinion 