I come up with the idea of emptying my hole puncher into his fan. So we do. Now, Dana has this huge box at his desk. It used to contain a two drawer file cabinet a year ago, but he’s held onto it ever since claiming he was going to take it home and turn it into a cat hotel. A year later it is still sitting under his desk in his pod.
I suggest one of us crawls inside of it and when he gets back from lunch start scratching on the side, like a rodent trying to get free. Everyone thinks that’s brilliant, so into the box I go.
Dana returns and sets his cell phone on his desk then heads down to someone else’s office down the hall. Meanwhile, Catherine swipes his cell phone, gets the key to the vending machine, and places his phone inside with the chocolate chip cookies.
Dana returns to his pod, sits down and—“WHO PUT CRAP IN MY FAN! CATHERINE!!”
Meanwhile, I’m hunkered down in the dark box, hand over my mouth trying not to laugh. Things calm down. He comes back to his desk. A few minutes later I scratch at the side. Then I scratch again.
“Where is that noise coming from?”
“Kelly, are you erasing loudly?” (My pod is on the other side of the pod wall from him)
No answer. I scratch a little more.
“What the—something’s in my box!”
I can’t hold it any longer. I dissolve into a fit of laughter. Dana yanks the box out from under his desk and I tumble out onto the floor, snorting hysterically while our office mates who were all in on it surround his pod.
Later on I make a fresh pot of coffee and tell Dana it's in the kitchen. He goes in and I start dialling his cell phone. He has to pay a loonie to get his phone out of the vending machine. By the third set of calls he picks up on the second ring. "You are soooo going to die..." We all laugh.
"You have all made a powerful enemy. You won't know when...you won't know how, but I will get back at you..."Ahahahahaha...yes, we’re all so grown up here at Pod Central.