The Great Office Caper

It was Friday - and payday. A cup of strong, rich coffee was needed to celebrate. I waited for the Keurig to finish. Ah, but this was sweet. All week, I’d been able to pilfer my coworker’s coffee creamer: a delicious Italian Sweet Cream. It was just cream and not the crown jewels, after all.

I was still alone in the breakroom, but I moved with stealth, much like the Pink Panther, to the fridge and swung the door open. Glancing covertly about to ensure my continued solitude, I quickly grabbed the creamer and poured a good measure in my cup. Sighing with relief, I replaced the creamer and leaned against the closed fridge. I smiled like a Cheshire cat. Yet another well-executed heist. My co-worker's bottle of creamer did feel nearly empty, but the heifer never used it anyway. Besides, this game was much too fun, and I was winning.

Stirring my coffee, I headed back to my cubicle. Best to be working hard (as if) when the others arrived. Seated, I inhaled the rich brew. There was nothing like an aromatic cup of java to start one's day. I smiled – one with cream, that is. I lifted the mug, took a large swallow, and then choked, disbelief running rampant in my mind. I sputtered and coffee residue covered my desk. The taste of something decidedly bitter and utterly nasty enveloped every orifice in my head.

This game was over. The heifer had won.