Flacking Fun

“can u come here? is serious,” the IM blinked at the bottom of my screen. This can’t be right. This would never happen. Hoah* would never say “serious” when a word with an uncomfortable prosody and disproportionate vowel-to-consonant ratio would intimidate so much more effectively. This was the first sign. I trammed across the office immediately. Hoah was anticipating my arrival. That was the second sign. The third clue was most obvious—the cranky old box where we stash swag was breathing. Now I understood. They weren’t going to prank me. I detoured to the kitchen. I filled a glass of ice cold, refreshing water. I was really thirsty. I went to Hoah’s desk. “What’s wrong? Is everything ok?” I feigned concern. Brad, SavvyFlack Fan Club Prexy, jumped out of the box screaming “boooooo!!” I feigned shock and awe. I lost grip on my water. It went all over Brad.

*Names have been changed to protect the polysyllabic.