“Marsha, I know where everything is! Things are just, kind of ... in random places.”
“Everything, huh? Fine. Where are the files for our newest client?”
Dan lifted a stack of papers and produced the files.
“How about the latest computer software?”
He opened a drawer and removed the CD.
Marsha smiled. “Well, I give you credit. You certainly seem to know--”
“MOOOO!”
Their eyes bugged as a cow walked out from under Dan’s desk, into the hall.
Dan face-palmed. “All right, already! I’ll clean up.”