I used to work in a large open plan office
I sat at a group of 4 desks. Directly in front of me was another group of such desks.

Ken, my supervisor, was a lovely guy but of no use at all. He liked to walk around the office with a sheet of paper in his hand, feigning activity.

On one such day, he quickly stood up from his desk and burled round with the now-customary sheet of paper in hand.

Tragically he had forgotten about the small waste-paper basket that was right behind his chair. Somehow he managed to plant his foot RIGHT in it, leading to a quite memorable series of cartwheels down the office.

All I could see from my seat was a pair of feet, then a flailing pair of hands, then feet, etc.

It was at that moment that I realised that mankind breaks down into 2 main groups; the group that immediately stands up and offers assistance to a senior member of staff who's now head-first under someone's desk, and the group who sits and pisses themselves at their desk.

I'm so sorry Ken.
(Reverend Fister "a disciplined fuckwit", Mon 6 Oct 2014, 11:19, Reply)