It was just another day at the office when my assistant jumped out of her chair so fast I thought she was on fire.  

“Woo-hoo!” she yelled. 

I ran over because I’m usually the one who puts out fires.

“Ha! Don’t worry,” she said. “Nothing’s burning…but where’s my bagel?”

The whole office erupted in applause and even popped open the sparkling grape juice left over from New Year’s Eve.

We were still jumping up and down when I spotted her half-eaten bagel in the plant next to the window.