When I grow up, I'd like to work at a place where we don't run out of chairs. A place where, if people did steal our chairs, we would notice. Then get the chairs back. And dart the thieves to show them we're serious. Apparently, I do not work at such a place. Filing into the conference room for a lunch presentation today, someone pointed out that the room seemed empty. It was true. We were missing a lot of chairs. Left in their place were many, many questions. Like oh, where are our chairs? There are rumors that it may have been those petty Women's Health people. But their conference was at least a week ago. Which means that it's either taken us at least a week to realize the loss, or it wasn't them. And even if it was them, how did they take out so many chairs without anyone's notice? What are they doing with them? How did they even get into the office? Whatever the answers, this is what we know: I work for a supposedly world-class hospital, in what is supposedly one of the premier research institutions in the country, and we're missing our chairs.
Moi: Where are those people keeping our chairs?
Young Bo': At the chair factory.
Why, of course.
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