Whippersnappers.

Yesterday, my ginger-haired colleague Jen and I decided it was time to sneak into the cube adjacent to ours and steal a couch. Despite the fact that members of our own team still occupied that cube and had no intention of leaving. We waited until they left for lunch to make our move. Then we tiptoed in, deftly removed the decorative pillows that dressed the couch, lifted the couch with our bare hands, and transferred it to our cube on tiptoes.

The effort it took to barely stifle my guffaws nearly killed me.

To inform our teammates of our good intentions, we replaced the empty spot where the couch used to be with a fuzzy red chair and a coffee table from our own cube. We also left them a thoughtful note.

The note was found fifteen minutes after the heist. And rather startlingly, our teammate simply peeked over the cube wall and politely asked us to return the couch immediately. "What couch?" Jen and I asked, genuinely puzzled. "We don't see a couch here."

How did we not manage to get away with this?