defective sticky notes

THE STORY I AM ABOUT TO TELL YOU IS TRUE.

I love my job. I like my co-workers. I hate my 45 minute commute. I enjoy the work that I do. I'm not going to mention any names, to protect the innocent, the guilty, and my wonderful job.

This morning I was handed a small slip of yellow paper with a name and email address on it. The verbal directions were to email a document to this person. Being a very easy to amuse person, I was instantly mesmerized by the note. I quickly realized it was a sticky note, and this is relevant because the writing was on the adhesive side of the paper. Not just below the glue, but right across it. I point this out to the note-giver, because I'm helpful like that. Really.

Said writer-of-note remarked, yeah, thought it was weird that the sticky side of the paper was on top. Maybe ... the pad ... was ... defective?

This person is the boss of me. It would be in bad taste for me to double over laughing. Holding it in makes it very hard to breathe. But I am strong. I remark, tactfully—remembering that I love my job—perhaps ... the pad ... is ... upside-down?

Hmmm. Note-maker ponders this and returns to office to check. Occupants of adjacent cubicles fold and begin chuckling. I'm about to cry. Hyperventilate.

Author-of-note returns with very normal, ordinary pad of small yellow sticky notes. Shows me how the "top" sheet is sticky at the top. Gently, gently, I audibly observe that the "bottom" of the pad, might be ... actually ... the top. Pen-master turns the pad over. Yeah, that makes sense. Leaves room.

Neighboring groundhogs are in stitches. I can barely breathe. I am filled with joy. Mirth, even. My job here is complete. Can I have the afternoon off?