People are strange

Speaking about people you meet, and new shoes: last Friday, I decided that since I had nice new shoes here at work, I could throw out some old ones I had here under my desk, which really were worn out. So, I put them in the bin in the kitchen. It was then amazing how many people commented on the fact that someone had put their shoes in the bin. I mean, where else was I supposed to put them? Then one guy, the office joker, actually comes around here, holding the shoes, fished out of the bin, to find out who’d done it. So I fessed up, and for some reason it was quite hysterically funny at the time. Anyway, I couldn’t help noticing that my shoes never actually made it back into the bin, so I suspected they would come back to haunt me sometime, but, from a glance around his desk after he left, it appeared he’d actually taken them home. But then this morning, he comes around to my desk and he is actually WEARING my old shoes (which are of a Mary Jane style)! (He’s a small, skinny sort of chap.) I am really starting to wonder …