THE CURIOUS CASE OF THE MISSING CUSHIONS – PART UN

I walk into the office and I can’t find my cushions!!

No need to panic Edel, I tell myself. You’ve weathered worse storms. They are bound to be here somewhere.

I type out an e-mail to Sriram, trying desperately to sound nonchalant and professional “Hey Sriram, SOMEONE’S STOLEN MY CUSHIONS! I WANT THEM BACK. FIND OUT WHO STOLE THEM AND GIVE THEM BACK TO ME!”

Well okay. So it wasn’t all that nonchalant. But there’s only so much shock a girl can take when she walks into the office on a Monday morning.

I can’t work.

A] Because I’m traumatized that someone would steal from me! [What did I ever do to anyone?]

B] And I can’t type without my cushions. My elbows hurt when I place them on the wooden tables and I need my 20 minutes of afternoon, post-lunch shut-eye.

I look at everyone in the office suspiciously. Could it be Him? He’s been eyeing them for a while. How about Him? Sneaky fellow that! Or Him? Could be …. Hmmmm …. I’ve seen him stretch his back and groan a couple of times when he’s working.

Today it’s my cushions. What’s next? Hector the Thinking Hedgehog? Theodore the Tiny Teddy? Flip! This is like a crime-wave!

The pressure’s too much.

So I march up to Sriram’s office to confront him and take the bull by the horns. Who am I kidding? I went to complain and snitch.

Sriram and Shreeram are busy working. I know they are busy because they both look like they’ve been munching on neem leaves and because Sriram forgot to spray the room with Old Spice when he saw me enter [something he does on automatic pilot before anyone can complain about toilet smell in his office] – either that or we’ve just hit a new low and he can’t afford bottled good-smells anymore.

Poop!

But I was committed to the cause and set my face like flint and proceeded to prepare to lament.

“Edel, I read your e-mail and ignored it. Is there anything else?”

THIS is why one needs to have a back-up plan!

I mumble something about the Give Life Marathon and meet mixed reception.

Deflated, I walk down to my station.

Looks like the ball’s in my court. I am going to have to solve this mystery by myself.

Watch this space for further updates on the cushions. The battle may have been lost but there’s still a war to be won and JUSTICE WILL PREVAIL!