I'm kind of a punk at work. Every time my coworker is out of the office, I have a little too much fun decorating her cubicle.
Most recently, she turned 32, and she keeps complaining about how old she is getting.
So, being the sympathetic and understanding friend that I am, I made a paper chain of 396 links, strung it around her cubicle and wrote her the following note:
I'm practically bursting with empathy.