White Dots Keep Falling on my Head

People who know DC know that he is a practical joker. That means that he gets blamed for things that he doesn't do, as well as for those that he has done.

It turns out he is not the only one.

The background: A couple years ago, DC's coworker, Paul Wagner, left his umbrella unattended in his cubicle. DC opened it up, filled it with the dots from the 3-hole punch and secured the strap again. And forgot about it, since Paul didn't raise a ruckus about it.

A month goes by. Paul arrives one morning shouting, "You! You! It had to be you!"

DC's reply was "Huh?"

Paul then tells what happened the day before. He'd taken his umbrella and put it in his car. And it had been there for a month and not used. The day before, for the first time in months, his wife used his car to go shopping. And it rained. And she opened the umbrella and had white dots in her hair, blown in the car, every where. And she blamed Paul for the adventure.

Fast forward to last week. I brought my umbrella in to work one morning when it was drizzling. Didn't wrap it up tight since it was wet; just hung in on the wall of my cube. And forgot to take it back out to the car for a couple of days.

Paul walks by and smirks and remarks that it is a good target for chad.

I look in it and sure enough it was loaded with white dots. So I calmly walked next door to Paul's cubicle and opened the umbrella over his chair. There were dots everywhere.

I thought it odd that Paul didn't try to stop me. And his "Oh no!" when he saw the blizzard of dots falling did sound sincere, but it HAD to have been him, right? He claimed it wasn't him and he admitted he couldn't think of anyone else to blame it on either. Paul caught a lot of flack for all the dots on the floor of his office -- even our manager stopped by and asked if it was his birthday.

Last Friday the culprit confessed to Paul On Monday, Paul told me he knew who did it, but that he wouldn't tell me because "you'd never believe me!"

Monday, the culprit confessed to me.

No, the butler didn't do it. It was our manager!

In the six years I've known him, he has never pulled a practical joke. Never.

Something tells me that with the success of this initial effort, he may strike again.