OK, briefly; another power-cut, and once more, due to the total automation of the lavatories, the lack of electricity very quickly rendered the building insanitary and pungently 'aromatic'. Put it this way, such was the olfactory 'footprint' , by midday any new-comer could find the ground floor (public access) toilets BLINDFOLD!
Anyway, that is a mere detail. The real news is this: you know that new bloke in XXXXXXXXXX, the incompetent one who everyone thought was a bit weird, and of whom the women staff felt wary of. WELL, he went out Friday lunchtime and NEVER CAME BACK! That afternoon they discovered that he hadn't actually been doing any work for days and that the meetings on Friday night would have NO AGENDAS!
AND THEN THEY CHECKED HIS DESK!!!
They found pants and condoms! Yes! Pants and Condoms! (If you're reading this in America, that means UNDERPANTS). At the time of writing I don't know if that was Man pants or Lady pants, but pants all the same.
Naturally, speculation is rife, but I'd like people to consider this:
Maybe he sat down at his desk, opened the drawer and found out that someone ELSE had filled it with pants and condoms. And maybe he decided that it was not the kind of team that he wanted to work with, and chose to walk!
And if that's the case: it means the REAL pervert is STILL THERE!
Yes, I do have someone in mind, but I am not at liberty to impart such delicate information.
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