It was shaping up to be a spectacularly bad day for the company boss.
After a morning staff meeting where he furiously complained about a total lack of respect, he went out and bought a plastic sign for his office door that proudly read: “I’m the Boss.”
When he returned from lunch, he found a sticky note slapped over it: “Your wife called. She wants her sign back.”
Trying to ignore the burn, he decided to get back to business, only to realize his top computer technician was missing in action. With the main servers glitching, the frustrated boss frantically dialed the employee’s home landline.
A tiny, breathless voice answered in a quiet whisper, “Hello?”
“Is your daddy home?” the boss asked quickly.
“Yes,” the little voice whispered.
“Can I talk to him?”
“No.”
Slightly annoyed, the boss tried a different route. “Is your mommy there?”
“Yes.”
“Can I talk to her?”
Again, the whisper replied, “No.”
Hoping an adult could at least take a message, the boss asked, “Is there anyone else there?”
“Yes,” whispered the child. “A policeman.”
The boss’s eyebrows shot up. “A cop? Can I speak with him?”
“No, he’s busy.”
“Busy doing what?” the boss asked, getting worried.
“Talking to Daddy, Mommy, and the firemen,” the child whispered.
Suddenly, a loud, chopping roar vibrated through the phone line. The boss panicked. “What is that massive noise in the background?!”
“A helicopter,” the child whispered back. “The search team just landed it in the yard.”
Terrified that a major tragedy had struck his employee’s family, the boss felt his heart pounding. “My goodness! What are they searching for?!”
The microphone went quiet for a second, followed by a muffled, mischievous giggle.
“Me.”
