The other day one of the salesmen Joe opens his desk drawer and finds a mouse hiding under some papers. He screamed and ran. He told me to get rid of it, I told him I already took care of one the other day for Darla and he'd have to deal with it himself. He got one of the girls to do it.

Fast Forward to today...

I left an hour early for work so I could buy a realistic looking fake mouse to put in Joe's drawer. I left a note under the mouse that just read Love, Adam.

Sometime later...

I'm with an annoying customer at the counter who has been coming in for years and wastes hours of your time and never purchases anything. Today he wanted an estimate to convert some of his appliances from black to stainless but didn't bring any info on them. He said they're just like these on the floor. I asked if they were new, he said no...10yrs old. But just use these as the estimate. >

As I'm talking to the customer I hear Joe freak out at his desk. So I'm trying to contain my laughter while talking to the customer through my turd-eating-grin. Joe knows this customer is an jerk so he walks by him and me but places the mouse on the customers shoulder without him noticing. Now I'm listening to Joe giggling in the next room while I'm staring at this mouse on the customers shoulder.

As the customer leaves Joe follows him and is snapping pics with his iPhone. Customer exits, gets into his vehicle and drives off, the mouse still on his shoulder.

 

To anyone who read this before editing, I apologize for the language. I copied my comments from a private sports forum where language is lenient.

 

THAT is a funny story...

 

In my best George Raft voice....."youoo dirty rat !"

 

Just hope he doesn't run into anything important when he sees it in the rear view mirror.

 

That's exactly what I told Joe after he pulled out of the driveway.