It was 7:30 PM when Caveman decided it was time to leave work. The clock had barely ticked past mid-shift but Caveman had mastered the art of the “strategic departure.”
He glanced around the office. His coworker, CompLady, was deep in a conversation with Zougla about something that sounded important—probably spreadsheets or the latest office gossip, which was essentially the same thing. Caveman slipped into his jacket and checked his phone for any urgent emails. Nothing. Perfect.
He stood up, stretched, and casually walked toward the exit. But just as he reached for the door, he heard a voice behind him.
“Hey Caveman, where are you going?” It was Nutalla, the office manager, who always seemed to have the radar for anyone leaving early.
Caveman froze. He thought fast. “Uh, just, uh… stepping out for a… you know, a coffee break. A really, really long one.”
Nutalla squinted suspiciously. “You’re going to get coffee at 7:30 PM?”
Caveman shrugged, trying to look casual. “You know what they say—better latte than never.”
Nutalla blinked, clearly trying to process the situation. “Right… but, you’re wearing your coat. And it’s 30 degrees outside.”
Caveman nodded, “I’m just… I’m just really dedicated to this coffee. It’s like a life-changing brew. I might not return for a while. I’ll send you a postcard.”
Nutalla narrowed his eyes. “Uh-huh. Well, make sure you—”
Before Nutella could finish his sentence, Caveman was out the door, striding like a man on a mission. He reached his car, hopped in, and as he drove away, he couldn’t help but laugh at how smooth that escape had been.
He was halfway home when his phone buzzed. He picked it up, and the text read: “Please don’t forget to submit your report by 11:30 PM.”
Caveman sighed. “Well… guess I’ll be ‘working from home’ today.”
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