Beware! - Not For The Guys

Merriam-Webster's Online Dictionary defines prank as:
Pronunciation: 'pra[ng]k
Function: noun a mildly mischievous act : a ludicrous act

It rained men today but it was an unusual shower indeed. Yesterday, before departing the office, my boss CC and I were goofing around. Giddy with relief that the day was finally over we happily chatted in her office. Our girly talk was interrupted by The Saint (because he's got big teeth like Val Kilmer and it was the only thing I could think of at the time) who stopped by to drop off some paperwork. CC commented that he looked particularly fetching due to his heavy beard stubble-we began calling him Mister Five O'Clock much to his chagrin. CC and The Saint have known each other for over 10 years and constantly banter with each other. We then gushed about famous sexy five o'clocks that were our favs. He took it like a trooper and scampered out of her office before the estrogen level became unbearable.

8:00 am, I noticed the office was rather quiet but nothing out of the ordinary. Thursdays and Fridays are casual days for the staff and often the day starts later for them than it does for me. Not a huge deal. I make my tea enjoying the silence before the deluge of phone calls, "can you do this please...", copier jams and paper cuts. I stroll back to my desk having an International-Foods-Instant-Coffee-Flavor-of the-World-moment, mmmmmm tea's mighty fine, look down at the pile o'stuff I need to complete, glance up, Chowda's sporting a rather scruffy face this morning. Hmmmm interesting, go back to sorting Bea's stack.

Door bell rings, I buzz Miguel in-he's looking a bit unkempt in a manly man sorta way and for some reason keeps hovering around my desk asking me goofy questions and presents me with a bacon egg and cheese biscuit. "Your thursday morning breakfast surprise." he says

Grover strolls by an hour later and asks for an LCD projector. I'm stunned and don't quite know what to say to him. Normally he's clean shaven and Mister G.Q. today he's a dead ringer for Grizly Adams, minus the long flowing 70's Flower Child locks.

Lenny (Of Mice and Men-he's not too bright, but with a heart of pure gold-neither is this guy) comes in looking like a Cave-Man-Wanna-Be. I was amazed he wasn't dragging his wife around by her hair and carrying a wooden club.

Dave-a-reeno comes up and and asks for batteries looking all kinds of out doorsey. He left and I was sorely tempeted to bang my head against my desk...what was up with the guys and the unshaven thing?!!

Shewbie, studliest of the studlies, saunters up to my desk and I nearly drop the phone. His jawline rivals George Clooney's on a sleepy sunday afternoon. He stares at me, merry glint in his eye. It dawns on me that I've been had. The bastards! Getting together like a bunch of ladies at a sewing circle having a good gossip. They all decided to get one over on me and CC but they didn't know she was having an out of building experience so I got the brunt of their plot.

The Saint finally came clean and told me that he called all of his guys and asked them to come in unshaven. I laughed so hard I cried. CC was rather upset that she missed the five o'clock fun.