Friday, September 7, 2007

The Phantom Beverage.

This morning on the way to work, I stopped at Starbucks. I do that a lot. I ordered an iced venti decaf mocha with no whip. No, I don't mind that the sizes are in "Fritalian." Anyway... When I finished said beverage, I threw it in the trash bucket at my desk. Nothing unusual about that. Later, I attended a lunch meeting and, upon my return, my office neighbor exclaimed that someone had left an empty Starbucks container on his desk. I looked at it and the markings led me to believe that it was mine. It had my name, horribly misspelled, written on it with a black sharpie. How could this have happened? That prankster Jennifer isn't here today. Is my brother visiting, unbeknownst to me? Matteo? Is that you? Someone better fess up.

5 comments:

Joelle said...

It was totally me.

Lindsey said...

Damn you!

(wow, that'a long way to fly to mess with someone. Nice work.)

Matteo said...

You're on so many hardcore narcotics, you probably left it on the desk and didn't even remember. You probably didn't even know it was a tasty beverage, damn stoner.

Lindsey said...

That IS a tasty burger!

Matteo said...

Big Kahuna Burger!, that's that Hawaiian burger joint