A tile in the false ceiling of my office had been moved out of place by a draft and when I caught sight of the maintenance man walking through the library I mentioned my predicament to him.
“Is there a stick somewhere about?” he asked.
All eyes turned to me. Minerva, the erstwhile library assistant, burst out laughing.
“Follow me,” I said and took him into my office.
By “pure chance” there happened to be a five foot long stick leaning in the corner of my office…
Say no more.
[For those new to my blog, I keep a “stick list” of people that I will hit with a stick on the last day – be it the last day in a workplace, my last day or more likely, their last day. Revenge is sweet and it will come.]