Yesterday, I came in to work to find that the toy R/C motorcycle that lives on top of my computer had vanished. All that remained of it was the wheel stand.
That afternoon, I sat down at my desk and discovered this note waiting for me:
Not knowing where I was supposed to leave the ransom payment, I simply left them on top of the copier. I came back an hour later, looked up, and there was my toy! Safe and sound.
In retrospect, this may have been in retribution for me using two rolls of packing tape to firmly attach every item on my co-workers desk . . . to his desk.