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. “We scheduled another one!”

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

“Ha! Don’t worry,” she said. “Nothing’s burned or broken…but where’d my bagel go?”

The office erupted in applause as we popped open the bottle of sparkling grape juice we had 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.