Time to leave work -- I'm already running late.
As I'm walking out the door I'm not sure if I clocked out or not. We have a card-reader system that’s attached to a system app we can check to see our clock-in and clock-out times. I figured I’d better check the system before leaving the building.
As I go back to my desk I decide to lean over my chair rather than sit down and get comfortable and wind up staying later than I have to. But as I'm trying to sign in I feel something like a hand slide into my back pocket and begin palming my butt.
“OK,” I say a bit warily. “Who's that?”
“Shhh,” a familiar voice responds softly. “It's nobody. There's nobody here.”
The voice wasn't a whisper, but it wasn't a normal speaking voice either. And it sounded just like Shannon, a newly-married co-worker of mine who… let's just say we could have made each other very happy. She's fine and cartoon-character cute, a dangerous combination.