Conspiracy Theory
Some of my colleagues are conspiring against me, I am sure. Every day at noon they go and eat together, then move to the cafeteria for a coffee. I sometimes go with them but strangely, every time I do, all of them decide to skip the coffee break and directly return to work.
All of them, except my office neighbour, who’s probably considered a rebel by the others and to whom I wish a prompt healing, by the way.