My explosive confrontation.

There I sat in my boss’s office, in deep trouble for allegedly violating company policy. He did give me a chance to explain my actions and intentions, and that I did, trying to make it sound like this was all an innocent mistake.

While I was speaking, I was interrupted by my coworker who happened to be passing by my boss’s office.

“Who are you talking to?” he asked.

Incredulously, I replied, “My boss.”

“Your boss is a sandwich?”

I suddenly looked at my boss’s desk and found a sandwich sitting there. But if this was a sandwich, then where was my boss? That question was answered seconds later when the microwave oven suddenly exploded.

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