The Box-Room

Today, my department moved to another office suite. After I unpacked and settled in my new cubicle, I sat behind my desk to continue my work.

A co-worker, who had Indian accent, stopped by and asked me, “Hey, Dicky, where is the box-room?”

The very first thought that crossed my mind was that he wanted me to take him to the room where we put all the empty boxes after unpacking. “Let me show you,” I replied, then stood up and walked him over to the room. “Here it is.” Then I left and went back to my cube.

After a bit, he came to my cube again and asked, “Dicky, sorry, I missed the room. Can you show me again?”

“Sure.” I led him to the same room. “Here is the box-room.”

He shook his head. “No, I meant the bathroom.” He jokingly said to me, “Well, I think I can use the boxes.”

I was laughing my head off.

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