It Begins

“Good night, Ally” my boss said as he passed in front of my desk towards the door on Friday evening.

“Good night!” I beamed as I sat down and made an incredibly loud farting noise.

My boss closed the glass door behind him, and I reached underneath me to retrieve a whoopee cushion, obviously planted there by my lovely co-workers.

I started to chuckle, then looked out the glass door and saw my boss staring in, as he waited for the elevator. I held the whoopee cushion up and pointed at it desperately, as a means of explanation. He squinted at it, then nodded quickly before the elevator doors opened and he disappeared inside.

In tears of laughter, I buzzed my co-workers to issue a clear warning: Let the prank wars begin.